Her soul was bottomless,
eyes like twin pools of Mercury.
In dance her movement was waxen;
her steps flowing from one into another
like the very Universe in its creation!
Spontaneous, yet intricate in its weave.
She paused, smiling, and opened her mouth.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
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