Sleeping Spanish Dancer
As if adrift, she glides across the blue
bodiless spheres. The incomplete golden hue
of a new sunrise clothes her in sunlight,
drawing her soul light back to morning dew.
By Anthony Walstorm

As if adrift, she glides across the blue
bodiless spheres. The incomplete golden hue
of a new sunrise clothes her in sunlight,
drawing her soul light back to morning dew.
By Anthony Walstorm