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beauty
January 2009 
Rhythm
Posted on Dec 19th, 2008
by 
AngelosPsycho
AngelosPsycho
The graceful lines,
slender whipping blades
by the fence make tides
spurred by the wind,
made to dance
in the light of the bonfire
about to extinguish
over the horizon.
Does the dance become as dark
as the back abyss at night,
more wild, fearful and mysterious?
Or perhaps they are as the shy
young girl attempting pirouettes
when she believes nobody around,
the shadows her seeming security.
The instructor, when there,
may test their limits,
allowed his fierce license
to whip them into exhaustion
with the lack of witnesses.
But the stillness
has since taken over;
he has since gone-
they need not
toil nor toss
nor spin
for now.
Sleep.
Abrupt as the sunrise
the next morning brings
performers taut and still
not warmed up,
waiting for their instructor
the wind.
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