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She Dances With Spirits
The wind brushes her loose dark red long hair then lifts her gown
In a trance, she is lost in her moves when bright orbs surround her
Transported to other dimensions where forestry scenes blend in far away
Her wistful lean body shows through her dress, she is lifted into thin air
As she twirls around, makes no sound, with spirits she dances so free
In this phantasy, looking back, blissfully I imagined it were me that day
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I Am Anaya
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