This dancer seems to dance alone.
No one besides her,
No one to guide her,
No one to teach her,
No one can reach her.
All alone on a stage,
Dressed in black,
To the music they play,
She must dance.
She must prance around the floor,
This plain, she does ignore.
She dances to her own tune,
that lies within her mind.
She does this,
Not out of curiosity,
But because her mind is refined.
She moves so gracefully,
She dances with skill.
To rebel against there words,
This was a great thrill.
A young girl, a dancer.
She dances and dances,
To her own tune,
Without anyone to guide her.
Without anyone besides her,
This dancer seems to dance,
Alone.
 Poetic_Indulgence · Wed Mar 05, 2008 @ 09:02pm · 0 Comments |
