Dancing Under the Moonlight

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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