sun was at the gallows

tree shadows on the grass

those feathered violins

the sky venetian glass

she was on the path

in her devastating grace

this mystic ballerina

other thoughts erase

she was a pure moment

her glance was fahrenheit

she leaped into the heather

flashed her tail of white



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