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At the Parisian Ball

wrapped in finest gowns

of virgin-snow, sugar-rose

and washed-out pistachio pastels

The  hour-glass shapes

 with tied narrow waists

waltzed with gallant men

togged up in midnight-dusk tails.

Victorian ladies in frilly petticoats

and gossamer laces

swirled in delicate silks

Lifting their pretty faces

to crystal candelabras

to ceilings'baroque paintings

and to the chattering sounds

of the gathering crowds.


From the half-opened pantry door

She listened to the music

which played melodically all night.

In her simple black dress

nude stockings,white apron and cap

Solo,She danced,with the light of the moon

which was glowing so bright.

Her slender hips swayed

in a flirtatious curve

Wishing...Dreaming

to get a glimpse of his world.

Through the mirror on the wall

She saw him standing tall

As he danced with his noble mademoiselle

Through the mirror on the wall

He saw her standing small

He caught her reflection

young love and affection

Yet,He kept standing there.

She swore She could feel  it

The longing,the feeling...

It was written all over his eyes

He never got closer

His princedom can't own her

But She knows She's the one

She is that little star

which keeps falling so softly

in his cold vacant skies.

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