Dance Of The Willows
Lithe ballerinas rhythmically sway
Orchestrated by a gentle breeze
Nature's Isadoras
Fluid, unbound, free
With a rush of wind
These master choreographers
Whirl with the passion of
Bolero's haunting tempo
The finale...
Spent dancers
Lanquid and still.
{Poem by Sharon Anderson}

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