Why am I here.
Circle, Circle, Circle-
What is this dance.
Step, Step, Step-
How is cold intoxicating.
Dance, Dance, Dance-
What instrument am I playing.
Sway, Sway, Sway-
Does this instrument have marionette strings.
Slow, Fast, Slow, Fast-
I have figured it out
I have it here in the ballroom
I have been in this waltz
I have felt this lovely cold puppet
I have played notes on this instrument
"Does this Impetus dance please you master?"
"You'd never know how much I love a good dance."
Based on a hazy day where I was thinking of how power would personify itself.
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Works of Mizu-
PoetryA series of poems in which I write about certain objects, places, people and situations- Works of Mizu is my poetry stories, with each story having different characters, settings, times etc. Please enjoy what I have written- P.S. Read the poems slow...
