The girl with auburn hair

“You are a spring breeze blowing
against a summer blaze”

She wears patched up dancing shoes
with her little toe peeking out

and pirouettes in the lonely room
with that one open window

to the sound of a roaring applause
from her estranged lover crashing

on the rocks where once
a girl with auburn hair,

stitched her dreams with rusted needles;
dreams, that never could fly.

But she dances by that window anyway
and the moonlight beams in,

teasing the girl with auburn hair

as she puts on her show.

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