Shadows dance through the silvery wood on soft, silent feet. The moon
watches them through the trees, her light shining on the silver wood.
September's
tarantella has begun. The shadows leap about, the diamond stars smile,
and the diamond leaves dance on the gentle breeze.
Hopes rise as
the dance begins. Fears vanish and screams cease. Kisses and promises
made in the dark, stolen moments taken in the peace of the wood. Lost
chances are renewed in this one moment.
Shadows dance through the silvery wood on soft, silent feet.
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