The Dance
Wistfully she danced upon the branches
Her hair glittering in the moonlight
As if the stars themselves shone through her
Her wry smile danced upon her face
With a knowledge I wanted to know myself
And a twinkle in her eye that said so much more
Together we danced within the darkened forest
The dew glistening in the early morning light
Each touch and twirl rained wetness upon us
Is it any wonder
That I think of her
In such a way
As to make my heart
Yearn for more
Dancing?
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