SoulReserve

twirl

He drifts
with the moon
his moods
an interplay
of stars,
so far away
from where I
stand,
he swirls,
enveloped,
in his own world,
inside whorls
of fine
shimmering dust,
and smitten, I follow
him with my eyes,
tilting and twirling
stretching and
craning,
one foot here
one there…

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