The winds of time are easily erased by things its seen before.
The repeated are ignored,
While the ones who reach will be seen as more.
While effort is little to make things work
So much has to be done.
The little things can make the most in the world,
While being bigger has already won.
While the new open
Many gives gazes for a little peek,
It was a show,
A spectacle,
All with meaning,
As the players danced,
They danced with feelings.
They shared,
They balanced,
They lived and cared.
The sands blew less hard as things grew near.
The first dancer gave way to freedom.
With arms flailing and head held high,
They lead with their intuition,
That could never lie.
Each leap was easy and could please,
The most desperate,
Ones that could fly in the breeze.
They did so without care,
Just as long as others
Would never get harmed,
As long as the others remained
Unarmed.
The second dancer silently moved,
With swift actions,
That spoke of resilience
And the will of perseverance.
The slow movements were hard,
Yet sturdy,
They read as strong,
Powerful and long.
They were unique
As each action gave to each person,
a sense of accomplishment.
The third dancer moved with passion
With colors bright and bold.
The song that danced,
Was ageless and new.
The movements could be angry,
Yet they could be strong,
They used their soul to paint
What was wrong.
So they gave life a wonderful bright meaning,
One that was warm,
One that was redeeming.
They lived life to the most it could be,
While showing others what they could decree.
The last performer moved with connections,
A fighting spirit,
Friendly affections.
The only song that was loud,
Was the one of loyalty,
That would never cloud.
Family driven
And community born,
They would always notify
And always warn.
It matter not
What lay in the past,
If one was proven
Then lay would last.
With caring,
Gentle,
And compassionate ways,
This dancer would move for the rest of days.
"Wishing for Balance," is letting the different parts of you work together to create a better self. Though each part of yourself is hard to acknowledge and hard to deal with, a whole person is made of a respectable character that has learned from noticed things. Let the different parts of you come into view to fully be free and fully be the person you always wanted to be.
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Wishing for the Unforeseen
PoetryNo matter what's thought, poetry makes people think and thinking does something. It creates new horizons for anybody who just listens to the fluttering wings of thoughts. The thumping, and the feeling of the amazing. The wondrous flight of the new w...
