POEM: Dervish

see the dervish in mid whirl

decked out white as a pearl

can you feel the quick spin

pull you from a distant sin

blood flung wide in one’s insides

lifting brainward, like rising tides

somehow the mind becomes silent

as music blares, bold and violent

 

 

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