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The earthen hues, The reds of fire, The flashes odd of shell and stone, An arm, a wrist, two hands raised higher A dance, A frozen pose. The silence of the rhythm swaying The firelight, the gentle steps, The music weaving in and out, and in -- A shadow of the dance. The night is deep, the song is deeper, Yet it's the girl who draws the notes: Her arm, her wrist, her hands raised higher, The blue of air The gold of fire The trembling breath of spirits sighing; Black starlight in her eyes... She's crying The tears of her ghosts. Tango March 2003 |