For dance was her expression of freedom. Moving smoothly like a breeze, sometimes flowing vigorously like the waves. Sliding and gliding, swinging and turning. Always energetic, always having fun. Her final dance move ended with her head held high. And every time she threw the ruffles of her skirt in the air in the passion of her dance.
In the twilight, Holding a lantern in her hand, She stepped out to sit beside him. On the wooden bench Overlooking the sea. Together, they watched the calm waves. There was a soft glow in the sky, a slight chill. From the radio, a melodious tune filled the air. They looked into each other’s battle-scarred eyes. The sweet rhythm moved them to dance. Slowly, Lovingly, Entwined in a warm embrace They swayed like the waves On their wooden porch. In the soft glow of the night.