I dance the same dance,
every pose and stance,
the same winding gears,
in me all these years.
Change so hard to come by,
impossible I try,
to not just follow,
through movements hollow.
Trapped myself in melancholy,
the song lost it's meaning to me.
Repetition has made me forget,
the passion felt my first pirouette.
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my poems
PoetryEach of my poems are their own entity, shaded in different hues and personalities. They are empathetic with many universal themes.
