Silently chanting a resonant song
As lithe bodies weave among the boughs
Gleaming with the glow of the night
Exuding as much beauty as darkness allows.
Silently whispering the rush of the wind
Hissing through dancing leaves
Playing with the naked stems of the grass
Alone with the unity in which they believe.
At one with the pale black of the moon
Hollowed in fantastic shine
They waltz bare breasted through the haze,
A moving entity best left undefined.
Desperately clinging to that subtle grace
Which centuries are hopeless to seize
Sliding silhouettes morphed with the shadows
Silently dancing among the willow trees. |
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