Moorish curves dance
hither, thither, haphazard
shadow box advance.
Sunrise to sunset
flutter swarm butterfly seems
dream sky's silk carpet.
Glow of contours seen
finds mind's flow to chase the breath,
sets pristine scene.
Fingers touch the dark
of an invisible wind
tickling trees, leaves, bark.
F[l]itting intertwines
fey fancy may pluck the grapes
of fruitful thought vines.
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