Enjoying Myself

Soft tapping during the dance,
Red silk in the spring wind.
Soft clapping during the medley,
The moon and red castanets.
Golden oranges and flowing green wine,
Burners with incense and candles of red.
So much better than quiet talk in a cold room!
When sodden drunk I then went home,
Unable to recall who helped me on my horse.

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