#Wordle ~ 421 #Poetry

 

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I pluck a feather from the air

An angel passing

As the champagne cork

flew across the room

The mirror ball spun

Silver dancing fairies lit the room

We jive to the sound of jazz

In a smoke-filled room

Clash with a stranger’s shoulder

The beat slows to a gentle sway

Dancing closer now

The feeling between us electric

©Anita Dawes

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