Loose

Poem by
Exuberance of motion
and light

going, going,
gone

There was no more music
no more song

going, going,
gone

Flashes, tingles,
tickles, vibration

flying, flying
fleeting

Dawn arrives
hopeful, loud

yet she couldn’t
she couldn’t

no one awoke

going, going
gone
(Contributed by ishkamejia on Saturday, April 26th, 2014)
 
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