The girl was dancing
she danced as if
if as or when one knows
the knowing when one grows
she danced around
her
graceful arms
embraced her self
enclosed her womb
her inner circle
a nursery rhyme
a soft sweet chime
a cloud came down
and lifted her up
she got elevated,
a cloud came down
and lifted her up
she got alleviated. M
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