The Dance
Are you still dancing
Across the pages of the Web,
Where thought spins ever-decreasing circles,
And words spill like matchsticks
On empty ears?
Whatever happens to those words
Scattered in poetic juxtaposition,
And strewn around the archives of the blogs
Which flame and fall like shooting stars
And then expire?
Or are you dancing to a different tune,
Where words and thoughts do not proliferate,
Where dance becomes the vehicle
Of the soul, and so inflames the being
With lust for life?
by Alan in Dyfed
"The Nineteenth century saw a great Springtime of Nations as the revolutions of 1848 saw new countries created the length and breadth of Europe. In our world today we are now seeing our own Spring Awakening with people and cultures that have long been dormant and subdued asserting their right to exist, their right to dream." Adam Price MP
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