Behold…
Her,
Who Sweeps
Across Her Stage--
Of Velvet Navy Blue,
This Belle,
Of Night’s Ball,
Gowned--
Of a Silver Gray,
Luminous Shimmer…
Within Entranced Eyes,
Dances,
Her Reflection--
A Candle’s
Flickering Flame.
The Reflections
Of
{Rose}
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