The Lunar Tango

A whisper in the pines,

My legs are hissing through the grass,

Where crickets chirrup behind,

The trail I have passed,

 

Daisy chains and melodies,

Saw this meadow in the sun,

They are now a starlit memory,

With a full moon dance begun,

 

My skin remembers summer skies,

Though with a blush of autumn red,

In my smile, the secret lies,

As my twining feet are led.

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