The Dance

High up into the clouds, I dance my silent dance, for my twinkling audience. The stars look down on me, they whisper to me, dance, little one, ..dance.. dance for us. And so I dance, high up in the clouds, gliding through the sky, the stars are happy, and so am I. I hear them talk, they talk about me, me! I am so happy! Then one thought shimmers... One little fear... Will I dance forever? And what will happen to the stars, when I die? No choice... I must dance forever. Ferry E. Gerkema

  

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