Just A Fading Twilight Song

Moving with steps of perfection
Mannequins were tall and refined.
They modelled the gowns so gracefully
In days of roses and wine...
Along the catwalk, floating on air,
To the latest romantic beat
In silken dresses and gorgeous furs
Hairstyles simple and neat.
But where are those lovely dancing girls
Where has their spotlight gone
Are they only wrinkled sepia portraits
With a declining twilight song?

poem by Joyce Hemsley
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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