Candle Light
To the whistle of a gentle draft,
Her dance is a fascination
Charming the eyes of the beholder, in a trance
Up, down, side to side, without slump
Where has she learned this set?
Is she bewitched by an elegant spirit?
Or just happy that we’ve met!
Such moves! Such glamour!
Dancing alone on placid tide
Michael
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