Puddles
I
Splattering traces of brown and black,
against the white and pink of your dress.
Your feet landed on puddles of mud,
the rain spits out hues at your gaiety.
II
Footsteps of a ballerinas' accolade,
pirouettes and fouettes executed passionately.
Waltzing drizzles of steady drums of thunder,
soaked your lavished hair and your pale skin.
To read the rest of the poem, please visit A Blinding Heart by Julia Ward. She has been keeping Poetry Friday alive. I also entered this poem at Helium.
Another guest poet is Deeptesh Sen.
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