The gala is near, the air electric,
A cloud gives birth, its drops take flight,
Sashay, spin, and twirl in the breeze,
Lace I wear, my own design, free.
Oops! Up, up, and away I go,
Spinning, tumbling, to and fro,
Twirl, swirl, and flutter with delight,
Down, then up, through day and night.
Plummeting turns to snowflakes’ grace,
Where once I fell, I now embrace,
Hovering, sparkling in the light,
A dance of joy, so pure, so bright.
The first drop’s tumble becomes the glow,
In this dance, I sparkle and show.
Author's note: This poem is a rewriting of a flash fiction which was a rewriting of a short story. All are possible to find on vocal.media
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Whimsical Wanderer
Narrative threads are everywhere, weaving through realms and stories. Words are vital vibrations, connecting us to deeper truths. I joyfully dance with them, co-creating tapestries of meaning that resonate beyond the page.
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Beautiful poem...