Her words don’t struggle

The river

In a world where words don’t struggle
Artistic culture floods a painted wall, where
Seated beneath soul flooding lights
As her gaze looks out from on stage
Hat, her body tilted sensual bearing starboard
A poet cast alone in shadows gentle to port
But for an audience await, pause, listen
For her voice to dance between silent colours
In music’s absence a heart resplendent
Where The River dances within, all about…

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