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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