Serpentined shadows

Against the wall,

Listening pillars

Hear their sighs,

As they dance a waltz

In clothes

Of yesteryear.

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In reverse turn

A dried and withered

flower falls,

And her hair

Cascades loosely

Into a bouquet

Of silken auburn curls. .

I fell in love

As I watched them

Smile, dance and...kiss.

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Oh that, that were I

Within her slender arms.

Our eyes met

And I smiled,

But as I watched

They slowly faded

Into the shadows

Of their home.

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I moved to reach

Out to my fantasy,

But as I slowly moved

Towards the wall,

I heard the sound of

Her dried, dead, flower

Beneath my shoe.

(c) ZYDHA HART  2004

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