Dancing When the Song Ends
To turn slowly turn,
hold the wind for fleeting moments,
turn around to see you swaying ever gently in the breeze,
to know just to know,
by a squint in your eye,
or a line upon your face that creases when you smile,
that love is something often best not put into words.
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