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2d
One,
two, three,
Steps as I
Pace across the
Hard, tile hall-way
Making sure to keep beat.
My feet thud softly in step
with the music in my earbuds.
My hands whirl with the music quickly.
People are staring, but I don't notice,
Because I am not pacing inside my head.
In my brain, I am somewhere different and safe.
I'm not pacing with the music; I AM the music.
It seeps inside every part of my soul, heart, and being.
I grin with pure excitement as I spin in another world.
I used to love haikus. Yeah, because they were easy and quick and small. But mostly because I loved counting the syllables. Now, haikus aren't really my thing. But I still love counting syllables. So I thought maybe this would be more up my alley. Count the syllables as you read. It's fun!
Written by
Indigo Maroon
62
     Todd Sommerville and Emma
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