Between cruetly and kindness she dances
Like a candle in the dark of night;
She flickers and she twirls in circles
Changing colours, switching masks;
Living on the ballroom marble
But dreaming of the wet green grass.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com .
Between cruetly and kindness she dances
Like a candle in the dark of night;
She flickers and she twirls in circles
Changing colours, switching masks;
Living on the ballroom marble
But dreaming of the wet green grass.
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com .
Oooo i really like this!
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Thanks, I’m so happy to hear that! 🙂
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Marvelous.
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Thank you so so much!
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That was very delicate and pretty enhanced by the picture chice.
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Thanks! I was very happy when I found that picture. 🙂
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Cool.
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Wonderful. I like the contrast – instant depth to the dancer. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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I love this. I loved this, Irena 😀
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Thank you! 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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So evocative, the ast two lines are glorious, reminds of something from Tolstoy or Austen, that yearning to be free of society.
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Thank you, I’m really flattered by the comparison. XD
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