Sitting in the corner,
I saw them dancing.
And the time stopped,
I kept watching them dancing.
Their perfect grace and perfect curve;
the perfect rhythm and so was the elegance.
His hand holding her hand so soft,
and her hand, his shoulder.
Their eyes entangled,
the dance became divine presence.
Not the dance of two people;
but it felt
‘twin flames’ dancing in sacred union.
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