The Dancer
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She spins around in the meadow
Hands outstretched, dress whirling around her bare legs.
Her eyes are closed.
She spins and dances on.
Small bright flowers dot her hair
She wears a simple white dress
But she radiates power, beauty, grace
She spins and dances on.
She dances on a green meadow
Flowers blanket the long green grass
And sunlight streams through, a spotlight
She spins and dances on.
She looks incredibly free
More free than a bird soaring above
And indeed, she can fly away too.
She spins and dances on.
Innocence. Her face young forever
Tall dark trees protect her
Protected from society, from evil.
She spins and dances on.
She does not know the word "cry"
Or "tears" or "hate" or "anger"
She knows only endless love
She spins and dances on.
Alone in the forest
But together with Life itself
Together with her Soul, her Spirit
She spins and dances on.
She suddenly spins quicker
Twirls rapidly, dances as if she was burned.
And yet, unbelievably,
She spins and dances on.
But alas! Her mouth, opened with surprise
Pain crosses her face, the impossible:
She vanishes into the still air
She spins and dances on
But only in our imagination.