Shadow Dance

The moonlight bends to kiss the floor. Shadows sway like they want more. A secret dance in the quiet night. Flickers of magic under pale light. Windows whisper with the breeze. Curtains shift like restless seas. The clock ticks soft, a steady beat. Shadows twirl where day and dark meet. And dancing shadows, they don’t need eyes. Moving free under open skies. No one’s watching, they don’t care. They spin their stories in the air. Footsteps echo, a rhythm plays. Nighttime hides in its own ways. The walls become a private stage. Shadows act out a timeless age. No spotlight shines, no crowd applause. They dance for no reason, just because. A fleeting moment, then they’re gone. But their memory lingers on. And dancing shadows, they don’t need eyes. Moving free under open skies. No one’s watching, they don’t care. They spin their stories in the air.