Pleše, pleše divja punca, med drevesi, skozi noč…

 

I saw a dancer… Flickering across a field, pillow clouds floated above her head as blossomed buds flirted with her tiny, bare feet. Her body became illuminated by the fluorescent light of the shimmering moon. She danced between the bark of the whispering trees, laughing and humming as nature continued to tickle her toes. I watched her there, slowly growing calm until she laid her body down and gazed up into the rainbow sky, intertwining her tangled hair amidst the long stems of grass. And the dancer shut her wild eyes, breathed in the beat of the whimsical rhythm; absorbing the essence of this mystical, magical night.

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