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Life is a Dance

Blankets of grey

sensually drape gracious boughs-

ancient wisdom-

telling tales in whispers,

moist and full,

of gleaming pearls.

The depths of death

cling to soul,

folded in veils

of vitality.

Reflections cycling,

circling in synchronicity,

a time of symphonic epiphany-

sparks the fire within.

A dance foretold,

again, and again.


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