The Dance Poem by growing out of a shatterd dream
The Dance
The dance
The dance is fast and dangerous
The shimmering blades flying
The well choreographed dance
Now the dance has red in the background
The music is the fight
The music gets faster
As the red becomes the background of the dance
One of the dancers is falling behind
He can’t keep up with the flying blades
He stops moving
The music stops the dance is over
By Victoria Bonker
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4/25/2024 9:17:51 PM # 1.0.0.1119
in the fight t´hat is music who wins? is to be pessimistic? red as symbol... u hve a special mind and thought system thank u invite u to read my poems and comment thank u