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Dancing with Wolves

by bailey-cahill

I saw your gold eyes Through the thick brush Staring me down, As if to ask if I wanted to dance. You led me through the woods To an unfamiliar place. A sliver of moonlight was peeking Through the leaves. Others started showing up, Like it was a big ball Out here in your woods. I was Cinderella, And you were my beastly prince. "Please kiss a frog," I asked you, "So you can turn into a prince." But you looked at me with those bright eyes, And I knew you already were my prince. The gold moon Finally started peeking through, So we danced. We danced in the moonlight Until the whole moon Shown through the leaves. Then you howled. I knew it had to be another one of my dreams. But deep down, I knew it was true. I was dancing with wolves.
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