She dances alone
In an empty ballroom,
Her feet gracefully waltz
The marble floor.
Her shadow stretches
Long and tall behind her,
Matching her every step.
She dresses,
In elegance and beauty.
Outshining the stars,
Above her head.
Here she is the center,
In a world blurred in black and white.
Here she chases away her worries,
One leap at a time.
She dances alone.
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Wrote this in compilation with one of my friends for an english project. Very proud of our collaborative creative outcome. (I sound smart when I use big words. Feels nice.)
Enjoy summer my lovelies!
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