If I could dance

If I could dance a thousand steps,
pirouette with an ease of grace
that belies my age, my fears, my all.

Yes, if I could, then I would turn and suddenly,
I would step into the sky
and fly with wings
that beauty would sprout and take me high.

Now lost to the night,
it's regal gathering as my bedfellows
and I, little I, know only joy.

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