Whisked away, we waltz
when music befalls us
in three-quarter time,
dervishly spinning,
your hand in mine, my
how we glide. Suddenly
the floor drops away, whee!
are skyborn.
Chagall 2018
Whisked away, we waltz
when music befalls us
in three-quarter time,
dervishly spinning,
your hand in mine, my
how we glide. Suddenly
the floor drops away, whee!
are skyborn.
Chagall 2018