The Dance
this kind of dance, wild wind,
is like the shakes of a masquerade
in danger.
the way you turn in smoke like
cloth...
i wonder the grace in your stealing dance.
soon your height share the skies
what a small big wonder.
you are the wild wind...
a dancing one.
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