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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.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
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Last few words: 
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.
Editing stage: 


u dance ..sing..laugh and cry

say something more about how you
with love also play


it's in the first stanza of the poem.


No verse is free for the man who wants to do a good job. - TS Eliot

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 it


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