She rose so gracefully like a scudding smoke. Drew a long refreshing breath, with eyes closed, and succulent lips, petals of rose. And heaving down like dews on the meadow, she listened to a distant thought. Thus far, the
inner recesses of silence, exude peace to her dancing steps.
And she drove her waist, and flew the tassels of her queenly apparel. The silent music mussed on! Her dainty dazzling hairs caressing her hip. Bare-footed, her virgin beautiful feet tip-toed to the unheard sweet songs. Her fingers like that of eagle’s wings, high on the tune’s wave and breath. She danced like the wind over the naked serene sea
« return.