Dance of Night

 The form of words, that are sung out whilst the dance, of the sweet harmony.  Flows through the wind, like the dance of flames, like the waves that crash onto shore, washing all that was said, or that was done,  Just watching and listening until the song and the dance is gone.

This poem is about: 
Me

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