A Dance to Remember

by Lucifer   Sep 18, 2007


The many folds of the kimono
whirl around. The geisha moves
without a sound. Her fans twirls
through the air. And land in her
soft hands without a care. Her
face looks peaceful and at ease
as if this were nothing more than
the gentle breeze. This complicate
art of dancing is something profound
and somewhat entrancing.

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