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Dancer: A Poem
Falling through the air,
I see you out there,
Seemingly alone without a welcoming place,
You dance with charming beauty and grace.
Ethereal clouds surely can’t cover you,
The blinding light only grazes what you do,
Are you full of magic or God’s unending power?
What day, what time is it; what precious moment, what hour?
Rhythm sauntering up and down without a sound,
Pulsating vibes of pleasantries, around you they abound,
More than modeling myths and striking poses,
Arms and legs like petals, stolen from fragile roses.
My eyes gladly behold fluid motions,
My heart drawn to tears and joyful emotions,
When flourishes pause and surrender to waist bending,
I’ll wish this delicate dance was never-ending.