At the end of the play, applause.
We clapped, they bowed
Captured by the silence, we giggled until we got out.
Facing the walls, touching
Brick Skin was observed, we were not at all any
Of what we saw.
Spilled milk, this time
you bowed
I galopped like a wild horse in Mongolia
Sung
You danced, with me.
There was so much love
Love sank into our bones,
It filled every corner of the house and poured out the windows
We watched love flow down the river and fly to the moon
We clapped, applause, but the universe didn’t bow,
It kept dancing,
We joined
About the Creator
Cifer Mushu
Poetic and Mythic Realist
Dreamtime Nomad
more of a mover than a writer,
but words dance too
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