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When I

When I dance,
its with the butterfly
fluttering in
the morning air
zig-zagging with the music of the dawn.

When I laugh,
it's with the dead leaves
gliding in
the Harmattan
as they rustle and frolic in a flock.

When I sing,
it's with the songbird
whistling through
the frigid night
of things that move his little heart.

But when I cry, I cry alone,
and wait until,
the clouds give way,
and the butterfly, songbird, leaves
come out to play.

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Free verse
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I'm not sure how well the title works. :-/ Harmattan - one of two seasons experienced in sub-saharan Africa (the other being the Rainy Season). It is a dry and dusty season caused by the trade winds that come from the North East, blowing over the Sahara to the south.
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Comments

u dance ..sing..laugh and cry

say something more about how you
with love also play

loved

it's in the first stanza of the poem.

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author comment

I really loved this one I cant find anything that stands out to suggest, there is a sorrow that runs through the poem, but its a beautiful sorrow..

well done

love JC xx

("Always and Forever") - (Never lose a holy curiosity.-Albert Einstein)

nicely done.love it

Alid

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