Change Poem by Niy Bil

Change



And heaven is hers
Everything else is rehearsal
And the earth is cursed, by chance
Enraged, how can we dance if our ankles are chained
We burst, into tears, we too, want to fly like birds, who know no fear
Saints, we fancy you. Mozart we dance to you, we perform a pas de deux followed by a leap of fate
And Duex means two, and this too is rehearsed, behind a golden gate, caged
Coerced to dance, but our ankles are chained, hope, dispersed, as we remain unchanged.

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