Snow drop

She dances like snow falling
Out of a blue sky
Her perfect body lithe and taut
One look and of course, I sigh
Alone beside her photo
Letting the hours pass on
Watching her be the light I need
Until that light is gone

She moves a gentle portraiture
In pastel shades of grey
Following a purple orb
That bobs around all day
A silence and a mooted charm
That find a path beyond

Up onto the flood lit stage
With one wave of her wand
Dancing off the page into
A woodland full and sure
This was where we were mean’t to be
Who could want for more

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