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Watching Her Dance
A Triolet
She dances in puddles of moonlight,
while I hide in the trees with desire
for this elusive creature of the night.
She dances in puddles of moonlight
with faint smile of freedom and delight,
a vision to summon an Angel choir.
She Dances in puddles of moonlight,
while I hide in the trees with desire.
Mark Windham
Posted over on his site Awakened Words
Listed as #15 over at dVerse Poets-FFA-Triolets
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