The Dancer

My thoughts

they spin

they twirl

lovely in their madness

their chaos

their beauty...

And I wish I could portray it

replicate it

draw it

grasp it

see it...

See it visually...

See it in front of me...

I wish I could be that lovely

This poem is about: 
Me

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