Look at her, the dancer!
Graceful and all fire
turning, changing colour,
climbing into heaven,
dancing with the wind,
so wild, so fragile,
one blow, she is gone,
she is no more,
melted into the air,
merged with the wind,
who took her flame,
who stole her passion?
No, my breath transformed her,
gave her a new life,
cool, exiting, invisible


Sybille (Sydney) Krivenko 2006