Springs From the Seed

Springs From the Seed

by Laura Summerville Reed

Springs from the seed

Lithe as dancers

Steps to the edge

Taut as tightrope acrobats

Once cast will never be recovered

Dearly held

So far flung

Stellar little things

Without a backward glance

They dance – Oh! Yes, they dance

Tripping off the tongue

©LSR 2010

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ralwus 6 years ago

I feel like spitting out watermelon seeds. LOL Nice a sweet and short. I enjoyed it as the dance was sweet while it lasted.

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lalesu 6 years ago from south of the Mason-Dixon Author

Haha! Thank you, I will be sure to keep my dance card open, my dear man.

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