Timeless Dancer
Art By Crystal Puckett
For a moment she owns eternity.
She makes the hands of time stop,
For a moment Her spirit soars free,
From the prisons that hold her,
No one else can see her visions
As she dances on top of Father time’s clock,
She has questions with no answer,
The Timeless Dancer.
In every woman
There is a ageless time
And every woman
Has danced in her heart and mind,
In a fantasy where love exists ,
Love leaves a mark,
Like a divine art
That only music can mimic
The heart’s words are music,
In the dark.
For the Timeless Dancer
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