She danced in the moonlight; like a leaf in fall
Gracefully like a beautiful swan
Her silhouette made haunting shadows of her past
Words that once have been cast
The wind flew through her history
Yet she still danced
T'was a mystery
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Cold Hands, Cold Heart
PuisiSome of us can't speak. But some of us can write. P.s. previously known as poems by the stars Highest Rank: #534 in poetry
