under a scattering of stars
a lone figure dances.
Free from the watch
of sharp, critical eyes
she twirls and high steps.
Her bare toes
sink into the soft grass
and her spirit soars.
For one moment
She is good enough,
she is beautiful enough.
The cool wind
lightly caresses her,
a silent partner.
She spins,
spins and laughs,
falls gently onto the grass.
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