Dancing in the Woods #poetry

Come dance with me
She sees no one, the woods are quiet
A sibilance on the wind
Turning round and round
Searching for the sound
Come dance with me
Come be my queen,
Come away with me.

A sibilance on the wind
She holds out her hands,
Turning slowly in the rising wind
Come dance with me

Still she sees no one
A pressure on her hands
A sibilance on the wind
Whirling faster and faster
She rises into the air and disappears
Come dance with me
A sibilance on the wind.

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