Ankle beads…
In darkness
he sits
and waits
silently
she glides through the open door
the tinny tinkle
of the silver bells
on her ankle beads &
the staccato beat
of his heart
serenading
her arrival
In darkness
he sits
and waits
silently
she glides through the open door
the tinny tinkle
of the silver bells
on her ankle beads &
the staccato beat
of his heart
serenading
her arrival
5 comments
[...] Original post by Mshairi [...]
Beautiful, African lady she must be. Enjoyed that.
lovely
Wow Mshairi!!
the poem is beautiful it draws a nice picture in my mind.
Greetings
Rebecca
Paints a picture of my boss who is a young indian lady pretty.
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