The Dancing Market Poem by Christoph Praus

The Dancing Market



A dancing market comes to town,
See the people lovingly cavort,
See the golden flames banding high,
What memory! The stricken sort,
The actors weaving, never tire,
Loud, bombastic till it dies.

Saturday, February 21, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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