Poetry

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As I gaze into a checkered sky
From deep within my own mind's eye
Vigilantly I watch
As the tarantella begins

The participants fully don in white
traverse the sky with such delight
Unwavering rhythms captivate me
I succumb unto their beckoning

As I continue my diligent sentry I muse,
whether prince or pauper, layman or gentry
Their beauty is undeniable
As they dance their sacred dance
Across the pale, blue azure
As if set in motion by The Breath of God


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