I am tissy
Friday, November 24, 2017
Dancer
Alone she dances.
To sounds but she does
hear. And tranquil is
the melody of
rhythm in her ear.
Fluid be waters.
Far ‘neath the icy
shore. Delivered is
her final song. Her
music plays no more.
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