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Written for Stormy Lady's Show Me Your Poetry and Win Contest |
TEEN DREAMS She stands before the mirror Her lithe body dancing To the strains of the music; A sensual creature, romancing The dreams of a teen, not quite a woman And yet not a little girl. Her lithe body stops; Then just one last whirl. The mirror reflects dreams; Reality sets in, she picks up her book. Another school day, she will learn, Time will give her that sensual look. |