Lucy32

A beautiful waltz of a synchronized dancer.

Many but only one.

The emotion in its dance,

bouncing between reflections.

The glide of an arm,

The flick of the wrist,

Unplanned but all follow.

A Wish


You blow,

Tiny seeds of new becomings float,

They drift upward,

Leaving on the wind.

Landing softly in a sea of sunny blossoms,

They grow,

They become,

A wish.