The Dancers' Quarrel
Two hands beckon forth towards promise of their yearning hold
One deadly dark with beauties mark; the other a pale white gold
Both dance for me as they do sing in full display of light so bold
Twin voices ring and compete to bring their sister’s knees to fold.
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