Challenge
Shall we dance? Rhyming poem no more than 248 lines. (A Prose Gold for a Month Scholarship Challenge)
When, and as, she moved
The world moved along
And me, I tried with feeble feet
To match the vib'rant song
But woe, my mind
In blissful ache
Usurped my will to glide
I found myself unwittingly
Entranced
By each immaculate stride
And though our paths
May never cross
Apart from circumstance
My eyes will wander
O'er to her
As we shift and dance
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