The Way She Danced
When she danced,
Her smile became a perfect cresent
One like the moon on a lovley summer night
It didnt matter if it was waxing or waning
When she danced,
Her face lit up
The joy was like none other than i had seen on her face
And trust me, i looked at her a lot
When she danced,
Her skirt or dress spinned
Like that ride at the park,
The one you loved
Like i loved her
When she danced,
She also sang along
Her voice sounded like 2 am birds chirping,
Without reason
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