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She speaks to me with silence
That very lack of sound
Adding to the emotion
As she moves her body round
Almost in this room
Yet as though seen
Through a shimmering mist
On a silver screen

She comes every evening
To perform her slow dance
Eyes slightly closed as though
Held in a light trance
Maybe she sees me
I'm just not sure
But I am held in thrall
By her silent allure

Sometimes as she dances
I stretch out a hand to touch
For I want to make contact
So very very much
But she continues dancing
Doesn't seem to care
As though in a different world
In a different elsewhere

And my hand touches nothing
And I pull it quickly away
Wondering if and when
Things will change one day
She speaks to me with silence
That's what I like the most
From my nightly visitation
Of my pale and dancing ghost

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