Stepping the foot, one by one

clearly bemusing the others,

whirling viciously— sun rays

are daring to peek, to hitch.

she spreads her arms wide,

twirling with the winds,

in the lonesome evening,

with the alluring dark.

still the light shouldn't come

for one, these rays are thrifty

they dare to come over with services

for her— it takes a shot to accept this generosity.

she takes one swirl so quickly,

maybe faster than this wave,

that you can lose the sight,

with one blink, still there's no stopping.

she dances through her soul,

who can stop this enchanting tool?

even the lilacs shy away

while peeking at her door.

they both dance together,

one with the windy tour,

other in the dark figure,

both are the same when they twirl around.

at the hour of scarlet-crimson,

a dazzling gleam glance at her steps,

she looks up in the window,

and she knew at that moment,

there can be a ray of hope—

even at the pile of grim. 

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