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Brushing its fingers along the key,
The wind plays my soul like an old melody.
The hollow moan of a mournful tree
Sets me swaying with parting ease.

The silken sound of a dancer's dress
Graces the ear, a desire possessed.
The cool night air I do not detest;
Desire to dance I cannot suppress.

Twinkling stars put me in spotlight;
Under the moon, everything's right.
The minor key music I dare not fight-
The melancholy melody just seems right.

The sorrowful song draws to a close,
And I stop with a thought to think of a pose.
To embrace the ethereal lover I chose,
When knowledge stung me a thousand blows:
I dance alone'





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smsilverwolf said...
Mar. 19, 2009 at 5:24 am
Oops, the last word has a typing error. It's supposed to say "alone." not "alone'". Minor misake, just thought I'd clarify for the heck of it anyway.
 
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