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Your pretty dress is silk

and stepping over rocks

you balance with your head and neck

your arms like they're in stocks.

I watch with parent's willing eyes

as caution turns to grip

and see how natural is your weight 

that shifts from knee to hip.

Then you turn and throw your hair

lean back and then you slip

A jolt

and then you stare at me

laughing like you're sick.

You bow, 

and then you clap your hands

hop back up to the beach

and now I know

that from this day,

you're always out of reach.

Reviews

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This is beautiful and soft