Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Soon Enough

Watch the dancer, atop the sand
She does not fail beneath the grains
It is by magic she keeps her balance
Somebody wants her, aside from the screen
Through the pre-cut someone reaches
She twirls and fades in and out of the sky
Her skin only touched by a man in a distant land
He cannot see her now though

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