Ode to The Danseuse*
Whence
You, The Danseuse
White Swan, strike a pose,
Your arms stretched,
With music so self tuned,
How me finds tune Soulful in the Breeze,
Catching me young
Like a song of Love
For Thou,
O You The Danseuse
Of my Heart.
(*Note: the painted card as attached is done by me so as to make the poem and the painting merged)
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