The Great Pavlova

Rapidly twirling to forces softly set
Re-echoing within the soul
Spirited leaps leave sense
Absorbed in ripples of grace
Velvet folds slide exalation
Across a woodland scene of magic
A posed point bows in swans plumage
Unbound acclaim slaps vast harmony
Back to oneness.

by Doris D Carr

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