Dancing in the Dark
My friend, the moon, is hanging about
In the dark waiting for me to come outside
and dance with him. The wind is whistling a
waltz, so I kick off my shoes gliding across the
grass, as dew drops nibble kisses on my toes.
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Dancing in the Dark
My friend, the moon, is hanging about
In the dark waiting for me to come outside
and dance with him. The wind is whistling a
waltz, so I kick off my shoes gliding across the
grass, as dew drops nibble kisses on my toes.
Oh, how whimsical and lovely. Sweet nibbles these dew drops, I imagine. Much enjoyed.
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A beautiful scene 💜
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Well that was beautiful, mystical, whimsical, sensual…very wel done…
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Much thanks
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those are some sensual dew drops, Candy!
❤
David
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I love the thought of dew-drops and bare feet… dreams of summer.
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Footloose and free! I especially love this….”The wind is whistling a waltz”
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