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The last time I saw you,
You were dancing with stilettos on
The red night gown-
Swaying, having its own dance with the air.
Rose petals scattered on the
white silk blanket where you’re fingers glide
on their direction-
freely.

You were having the last
Dance of the moonlight sonata
When the wind slowly
Breezed-out, silently
Leaving with the traces of
the sweetest evening delight.