Painting by: Anna Razumovskaya
Flamenco Dancer She holds a special kind of magic. Her eyes the color of golden fields, skin kissed by the flaming sun, light brown hair with streaks of gold pinned back with a large flower. She dances for the audience, in her heart she dances for me. She is stunning, a poem of poise and elegance. She steps in time with the rhythm of the music moving slow and fluid in a black and crimson chiffon dress. The folds on folds of crimson of her dress drapes, encircling her like a magic blaze as the tempo increase. Fast and faster in the intoxication of the dance she moves, rising and bending in curves of reckless grace, fiery and sensual, evokes a romantic atmosphere for me. 9/21/2017
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