I'm the nocturnal
Spanish Dancer
(yes, night is the time of
dance and romance -
but for me, really, it's feeding time)
and I dance in water
near coral, when disturbed
I haven't got music
or guitar or castanets
but nevertheless
you'll see me
move
unfold and close
You can see me spread
my dress red and orange
outward and
pull them in again -
but that's when I'm agitated
(sure, you might be delighted
to see what you think is my dance)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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time of dance romance, good one.