|
|
 |
|
|
Smoke
In the corner of a smoke filled room
there is a dance fluid and free
a flowing veil becomes a flutter
only to vanish like the other
The dance slows in the stillness of air
they exist together without a care
we are just a ribbon of dances
into the heavens eventually vanishes
-Ferrell
|
|
|
|
The Dance
|
|
|
