When shadows and high spirits fall
There you will find me;
Dancing in an empty hall
Where silence binds me.
From far-off corners echoes sing
Our voices taunt us;
By isolation twisted, haunting,
Lonely chorus.
Reflections dance through splintered glass
The pieces scattered;
Promises in razor shards
By my hand shattered.
Paint peeling, mirrorless walls bare,
Decay advancing;
To silent song, in ancient air
The girl still dancing.
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Small Infinities // Poetry
PoetryI write stuff. Sometimes it rhymes! My goal: write and publish 20 poems. I would love any feedback/constructive criticism on my writing! And I'm happy to read your poems and offer my feedback if you like - just comment in this book or on my message...
