Ballrooms


Into the kingdom of tales,
Both fairy and dreamy,
Dukes and duchess,
Dressed in shimmering whites,
Women veiled and adorned corsages,
Men wore the grandest of suits,
Of who all gleefully danced,
To rhythm of the soft sounds,
Echoed out of the harp,
Wining and dining on the finest of china,
As the night veiled the pole,
All that shimmer had slowly begun to fade,
And all that was left,
Were the memories,
And the remnants of all ball.

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