Dresses
They sway in the moonlight
A beautiful array of colors
Pinks and blues and yellows
I could get lost in those dresses
There’s something so beautiful about them
The way they move, the way they dance
Glass heals, Translucent fabric pilled together
Gentles steps and side steps, twirls and twists
I used to look at the dancing women
In their dresses, I dreamed of those dresses.
To be one of those women swaying.
Beautiful. Stunning. Mesmerizing.
Right?
