Hillbillygirl

Secret Dream The night is bright under the silvery beams of the moon. The forest ablaze with the music of the night. The stars twinkle in perfect beat with nature. The grass like velvet under her feet. She stands, her posture perfect. Her costume a pale mixture of gold and silver shafon. Small stones of amethus, peridot, and garnet glimmer. The material flows majestically in the nights living breath. Her arms extended in an perfect arch, she began to move. Her movements flowing together in an angelic fashion. Around she twirls and she reaches for the sky Her body strong and yet fragile. Her dance, it tells a story only she can know. Her f