Whirling Dervishes' Ecstasy
Reflection
In swirling robes, they dance as one,
Lost in the rhythm, their spirits are won.
With every step, a tale unfolds,
Of mystic love, where hearts are made of gold.
Their whirling forms, a kaleidoscope's hue,
A symphony of color, for me and for you.
In this dance, we find our inner peace,
A connection to the divine, our souls release.
The world around us fades away,
As we join the dance, in a higher sway.
In the beauty of the moment, we are free,
To be ourselves, wild and carefree.
The dance is a journey, to the depths of the soul,
Where love and joy, make us whole.
In the whirling dervishes, we see our own tale,
A story of transformation, without fail.