A/N I have two versions of this one that came to mind instantly. I wasn't satisfied. The other is my true vision.
Version 1: First written but not my true vision.
A dance, a dance
My partner is the rain.
The sounds of thunder and the crackle of lighting are the music
A wish
A whisper for its cool touch
The hope for the dance to never end
And the hope for sleep to come.
Version 2: After dancing and remembering my childhood.
A dance, a dance
My partner is the rain.
The sounds of thunder and the crackle of lighting are the music
A wish
A whisper, for its cool touch
The hope for the dance to never end
And the hope for a quick end
A step, then two more
An elegant twirl
A jump accompanied by a splash
Wash it all away.
Then leave me cold
Wanting for another dance,
"Same time tomorrow?"
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Mental Inner Workings
PoetryA composition of thoughts that manifest on the page. I will go at things at my own pace. If you want to comment then do if not then don't. In the end, there is hope to find company when you feel alone.
