My body moves on its own.
Tapping.
Tapping.
Tapping.
I can hear it,
So loud and clear to commit!
Tapping.
Tapping.
Tapping.
I stand on the stage,
My sound echoing
And moving all around.
Tapping.
Tapping.
Tapping.
There's no one in the crowd,
Thus, I am not allowed
To be so loud and
Preach my sound and
Let my body move on its own.
There is no one in the crowd,
So I will dance alone.
Tapping.
Tapping.
Tapping.
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As Time Slows Around Us [Poetry]
PoetryAs complicated as time itself, like the silent conversations with the moon and sun, lie the complexity of the screaming but silent thoughts of the stars. "All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream." ...
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