Written 21st July, 2026 for THROUGH AESTHETICA Poetry Contest sponsored by Nette Onclaud - unfortunately I forgot to actually enter.
Silk twirls come alive beneath the moonlit sky, Violins awaken old stories with their cry, Silver bangles jangle, flashing all around, Laughter rises, circling the heated ground, Bare feet blur and leap beside the firelight, Wandering drums keep the beat just right, Each turn becomes a timeless romance, Now time itself has become the dance.
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