when she dances

by
CreativeDigiArt 📸✨ CMP-©-un-p-tit-je-ne-sais-quoi📜🪶

At an end of the world
You
to the other one
I

Not talking just listening to
a fenced harmonious murmur

A silhouette, rising up
on Different-Shades-of-Blue
I am

When-She-Dances
the reason you watch me

Unbroken, you see me…
sweet, like a sin 🫦

tchin-tchin! santé 🥂

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