Dust and smoke dance in the moonlight,
Swirling in a samba upon the sand.
A beachside bonfire increases the heat,
And they entwine themselves tighter,
Until they appear as one in the flames.
Slowly the fire dies down and dawn arrives.
The dancers fade away with the sunrise,
Hoping to twirl in each other’s arms again.
Simply lovely, Dawn! 💞💞💞
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