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Shadow Dance

February 3, 2014
By Anonymous

Angel feed dance on coble stones

In the streets that no none owns



Soggy wings that cannot fly

An eternity passes before they dry



Hands twirl and wave

Hidden in the abandoned cave



Shimmering shadows flit about

The breeze soft whispers directs their route



So while we fear the thunder loud and bright

We miss the soft angel songs so light



In perfect harmony with the endless tune

Their dance will end far to soon



So while raindrops still masque their wingless flight

Stealth darkness steals the shadow’s light



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