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She dances, as the full moon shines

Prima ballerina, is one, with the light

Her costume, flows in glistening lines

She is the maiden, of the lunar night

Stars awakening, to watch her grace

Blinking, and twinkling, above her

They are an audience, taking their place

Applauding her moves, how they love her

Each night, she dances her way back

To the circle, in the sky, she adores

Until the circle starts to fade, go black

Tis then, she draws the curtain, once more


February Writing Prompts – Circle in the Sky – Day 1/28

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