The Dancing Ghost

She was stardust,
A collection of forgotten thoughts,
Dreams that never came true,
Invisible colours gliding in front of your eyes.
She was the most amazing kind of nothingness.
And she loved dancing.

She was dancing on the edge of the world,
Just waiting to become real.
Jumping, spinning, swinging.
But she fell.
She fell on a cloud formed by a million raindrops that embraced her and whispered, “dance with us”.

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