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In the stillness of the night Across the river, under the stars A Silhouette of a dancer Hunched, Forsaken, Alone. Sits lone dancer Dreaming of a holding hand. Whispering in the silence For no ears to hear. Once the crowd cheered Now the light has ebbed The glory is over The name long forgot. The dancer looks up To the moonlit sky Counting the stars To a million and one. A shadow appears Embracing dancer warm. A lover long dead A lover and friend. Now A pair of wings each both dancing in the skies. Dancer no more lonely Dancer no more alive.
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
The Old Dancer
In the stillness of the night Across the river, under the stars A Silhouette of a dancer Hunched, Forsaken, Alone. Sits lone dancer Dreaming of a holding hand. Whispering in the silence For no ears to hear. Once the crowd cheered Now the light has ebbed The glory is over The name long forgot. The dancer looks up To the moonlit sky Counting the stars To a million and one. A shadow appears Embracing dancer warm. A lover long dead A lover and friend. Now A pair of wings each both dancing in the skies. Dancer no more lonely Dancer no more alive.
lorna-lornelia
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Jun 21, 2018
Jun 21, 2018 at 1:47 PM UTC
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