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Mary Edeza D. De Leon

October 4, 2009

She’s at one with the wind

As she dances on its rhythm

Wearing her velvet ballet shoes.

Whipping and cutting the mist

With her dainty hands,

Blowing and whispering

Songs from her fragile heart

She closes her eyes

Letting her spirit flow,

Out of her ears,

Out of her eyes and mouth.

She never thought of

Resisting the force,

That spins her willing body

Around and fast.

Neither did she felt dizzy,

Only free.

The sound of the wind

And the yielding, submissive

Motion of her hair

Is enough to take her,

To a world far away.