Priestess
There is agrace in her
when she dances
for the gods...
The way her
footsteps are
as light
as rain,
in time with
the thundering drums...
Her slender hips sway
to the beat
her eyes closing,
lost
in her dance...
Her bare legs,
strong and sure
with each step,
put the crowd
in the trance...
Her smile
hidden
beneath her veil,
white,
like her gown....
All she hears
is the flutes,
never noticing
the cheers of the crowd...
Cheers for the Dancing Priestess...
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