5 September 2010, 8:04 pm
A dark October night, with music in the air. She walks through the open gates as the spirits stare. And all alone in this magical place, Surrounded by ghosts of the past, And stone cold graves. This is the place she has come to dance, Around the glass angels she will prance. Not to disturb a single living soul, Here she stays dancing in the cold. With loneliness at her side, For it is her best friend. With all the time of the night, The glowing moon light. Here, right now she is perfect a mystery dancing beneath the stars, Tears drip rhythmically with the winds symphony, Down from her dark soulful eyes. And just as the sun begun to rise, She’s gone, never to be seen again. Back into the darkness where she can be alone, Away from hurtful eyes, Away from this world, In a place of grace, Where she continues to dance alone. I'm just a kid writing a poem, not a pro writer.... Read More »
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