Forever flitting, and ever flirting
To never-ending roulades of motion and music,
Floating in spirals to arabesques of birdsong.

Fairy ballerinas, all artistry entrapped
In their graceful arcs of twirls and turns
To pirouettes of windsong.

Fluttery dancers, regal in pas de deux,
A-tiptoe on air, orange blossom-scented air
Fluidity and grace all melting into one.

Falls the night's final curtain,
On the sunlit stage of day,
From eternity's brink, fall shimmering stars
To drench a happiness crying...
At the fading away
Of dancing bamboo leaves.

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