She stands in moonlight, a silhouette so bold, A maiden Zulu, a story yet untold. No cloth upon her, yet adorned with grace, By beads that shimmer, a lunar embrace.
Her skin, like velvet, catches the pale gleam, A vision of beauty, a moonlit dream. The air is hushed, the night holds its breath, As she moves with the rhythm, escaping death.
Of old traditions, of rites of the past, A sacred moment, forever to last. A shadow dancing, a soul taking flight, Bathed in moonlight, a mystical sight.
Collet Phaka
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