The long sleeves of her drapes flew,touching the petals as they fell..
She danced,her white garb creating a harmony against the red bloosoms..
He stood at a distance,with others,as they watched,her dance..
As she got lost,dancing and forgetting everything and everyone..
Before her too stood a man,silent,detached,watching a woman in red..
As she danced,twirling as the wind caressed her hair..
Petals fell on her,as her laughter jingled,and he smiled,
Even though no one saw..
And a drop of tear fell from the dancer's eyes..
As the scene disappeared,she found herself alone..
Still her heart danced,for she was a dancer,for him
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