Dancing

The sun filters through the white steel rods of the window.
and in that light they dance.

Slow and steady,
eyes closed and dreamy,
round and round they dance.

such little nonsense,
so much of beauty.

even the dust turns magical
when there is light.

Come light me up, baby.

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