DANCING

WATCHING A FIGURE IN A FIELD OF FLOWERS,

DANCING ON TIPTOE, NOT TO HURT A SINGLE BUD.

SHE GLIDES AND SHE SWIRLS, SHE JUMPS AND TOWERS

OVER THE FLOWERS, SUCH BEAUTY FOR EVERYONE.

SHE LEAPS, SHE DANCES FOR SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE,

BUT I SEE NO ONE IN THE FIELDS, EXCEPT HER.

HER BODY IS SO LITHE, SO LOVELY AND GENTLE,

SHE SHOULD BE COVERED IN DIAMONDS AND FURS.

WHEN I MOVE NEARER TO SEE HER MORE CLEARLY,

HER BEAUTY IS BEYOND DESCRIPTION, AND MORE.

HER GENTLE AND LOVELY SPIRIT IS PLAIN TO SENSE,

HER PERSONALITY IS ONE THAT ALL WOULD ADORE.

CLOSER, I MOVED TO THIS FIELD OF FLOWERS,

NOW I SEE THE KIND IN THE FIELD.

BEFORE, I HAD SEEN ONLY THIS LOVELY VISION,

BUT NOW I SEE THE FLOWERS, THE YIELD.

THEY ARE PINK TULIPS, PINK ALL AROUND,

NOT WHITE, NOT RED, JUST THE PINK ONES ARE

FOUND.

SHE ADORES THEM SO MUCH THAT SHE GENTLY

FLOATS,

WHILE DAINTILY DANCING, I GOT A GLIMPSE OF HER

MANY PETTICOATS.

I DO NOT KNOW FROM WHENCE THE MUSIC CAME,

BUT THE FLOWERS WERE SWAYING WITH THE GENTLE

BEAT.

SHE DANCED SO BEAUTIFULLY, ALL WERE

ENTHRALLED

WITH HER BEAUTY, HER SPIRIT, HER DELICATE FEET.

SHE DANCED ON FOREVER, IT SEEMED TO ME,

BUT SUCH BEAUTY I HAD NEVER BEHELD.

WHEN SHE FINISHED DANCING, I WALKED TOWARD

HER,

SHE DISAPPEARED SO QUICKLY, I COULD NOT

FORETELL

FROM WHENCE SHE HAD COME, NOR WHERE SHE WAS

GOING,

BUT HER TWIRLING AND SWIRLING IN THE FIELD OF

TULIPS

LEFT HER PICTURE DEEPLY ETCHED IN MY MEMORY.

HER BEAUTY, HER GRACE, HER LOVELY DANCING, IS

SOMETHING THAT THIS WHOLE WORLD SHOULD HAVE

BEEN ABLE TO SEE.

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