Dancing Under the Moonlight

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Under the sweet smile of the crescent moon,

Twirling to the sound of whistling tunes,

Hair billowing in the gentle breeze that follows the blistering noon,

The sand flying as I disturb the Arabian dunes,

 

As I waltz, moon beams weave into my tresses and braids,

I am praised for my step by the quiet twinkle of the stars,

My prance continues till the midnight fades,

To express my soul, I don’t need notes and bars.

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