A girl is dancing to this tune
A tormented rhythm yet too soon
It left space when the music stopped
Another day she wish she had
So she waits patiently in her room
Slowly vanishing, and time is, too
But she looked about her wandering mind
A rhythm she had, yet she can't find
She collected memories from her past
And made melodies from those that didn't last
Hoping to find a trace of the rhythm
That reminded her of nothing but him
Her mind wanders every day
She builds up melodies which were too frail
Nothing compared to what has been left
So she pretends to dance against what's finite
An endless dream it may seem
To fill the emptiness where the music has been
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Trinkets
PoetryIf you want to read without the commitment, this is the perfect book for you. You can open it and read a few excerpts once in a while, or you can read it in one go. The entries here have various themes which may confuse readers as it confused the wr...
