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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The dance of the wind</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round and round<br>I see her skipping dancing and turning<br>between lumps of sand<br>that blows up rejoicing, where she is turning about.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is shaking her hips, <br>calls the leaves, the flowers and trees<br>drawing fluttering lines of sand<br>swishing drops out of streams.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The game gathers when she sweeps past, <br>stand with nostrils pointed<br>as worshipers, lost in her worship<br>while grains of sand whipping against them</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she is cheering glad, <br>runs past crossing them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her fresh smell permeates softly to me<br>in her joyful waltz<br>as she turns again and again cheerful around me, <br>she smells as gardenia and wild wormwood.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She drives clouds on as a cloak<br>spreads the rain like confetti just where she is going<br>and the ground, plants, insects and small animals rejoice<br>with the thunderbolts whipping the whole time, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">exalting about life and the freshness that she is bringing, <br>on big and small drums her marriage is proclaimed, <br>while the flashing is everywhere around her<br>and she invites everybody spiritual and sinful</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as guests of honour to her celebration<br>to get new life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her fingers stroke<br>soft and cool over my cheek<br>when she plays past me<br>and swings out here and there, scared that I might catch her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mischievously she pulls at trees and branches<br>sweeps spinning, twisting and turning<br>over the roofs of houses and buildings<br>like a child full of merriment the whole time translucent</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and she spreads her cloak<br>blows the clouds closer to each other<br>making sure that the whole world knows<br>that it’s her wedding day</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but when I look again<br>she suddenly is gone, has disappeared.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">[Reference: Die dans van die reën (The dance of the rain) by Eugene N. Marais.]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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Round and round
I see her skipping dancing and turning
between lumps of sand
that blows up rejoicing, where she is turning about.

She is shaking her hips, 
calls the leaves, the flowers and trees
drawing fluttering lines of sand
swishing drops..."></div>
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