A Dancing Figure

The night has passed.

You are still there, like an echo,
a dancing figure in the shadow of the moon.

A quickened  breath that comes to life before the magic mirror.
Floating over the oceans of the universe,
like an untouched paradise that is waiting for its painter.
The night has passed.
Only glittering dust remains as testimony of you.

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