My secret fan dancing alone

dancing alone

She makes no attempt to hide

each morning as I walk by

we simply exchange smiles

then I pause to share

words written overnight

perhaps to appease her

before submitting.

She dances with delight

as a soft breeze touches her petals

it is then I realize

words have come out right

on an endless path of poetry

life.

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