⚘ 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘦𝘴 ↬ 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘩 𝘐𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴

𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘢

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It has taken over her,
as she danced along the hallways.

Felt the autistic movements,
following her throbbing-heart.

Moved in a systemic rhythms and blues. Resembling a bland clover;

like a mind saturated with bittersweet memories -
blooming, putting on a mystical show.

How a beauty,
how a pride,

collided with such hypocrisy and blight;
just as the plant quenches its thirst;

in the end,
just to wilt and die.

The music,
swayed sche be with it.

Head above low,
humming,
with a sinking flow.

Tip toe,
while she danced with the passionate blows.

God blessed her with blissful,
an oh-so motherly enchantment;
while she desires for more.

The grit in her eyes,
as to no one could stop her;
she showed her might.

A swan with no power of flight,
resides here,

grounded and loved;
showed her abrupt light.

A ballerina with no shoes-on,
like a saint with no worldly clues.

Up above the mantel as she twirled,
the far-lifted cry was heard.

The heaven sighed,
just as the cool breeze caressed her bleeding feet.

Yet nothing is stopping her,
nothing is lingering on her guilty self-
like nothing is stopping a sinner to repent.

She found a resolve,
just as she danced along the holy ballads;
a beautiful trauma.

Suffering brings more - oh love!
But, not such a death which embraces her with its claws,

not a Raven with black plumage,
that brings out magic as in cosmic forces;
to draw her concealing flaws.

As in - the courage,
the feeling which awaits to be unfolded,

the wait - when she could not do the invincible!

An end -
everything which besieges her passion -

to her capabilities,
truth reveals itself.

It has taken over her;
the end is far,
the end is near.

Yet no one knows, no one can hear!
The dancing ballerina,

yet still remains the shining monument -
a chandelier.

- s.i.

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17/04/2020