She walked into the room
Holding onto the edge of her skirt pulling
It out to show off its fullness.
Mischievousness danced in her eyes. She spun
Making the skirt twirl
Endlessly. Her face shimmering
Radiantly for all to see.
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
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I love your acrostic poem. It's hard to use this form to create a poem that flows and creates a message with originality. I have daughters and remember how they twirled and twirled just to watch the dress swirl. Such delight!
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