I Met Her Dancing

I met her dancing,
With pink flowers in her hair,
Starry eyes and a silver smile,
Whispering wishes into the air.
 
Her bare feet glided above the ground,
And with an innocent glance,
She inquired if I remembered life
When I used to dance.

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