Dancing in the Dark

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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