***
I wish I could dance as skillfully
as planes move along the runway –
without a quaver.
But my feet fell prey to the rugged floor
wrapped in the veil of shabby notes.
And so, this fun went on until
the dream turned to a virus
which simply lingers
with no name
and no paper attached to it.
© soulmary, 2025
Yesterday, a great wordle was suggested at the Sunday Whirl – #720 – virus dance name note lingers runway rugged quaver paper prey veil wish. I tried to do these words justice.
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