In life, many start
although they lack heart.
But in art,
you have to break apart
before you get an invitation to depart.
Lose,
Loss,
Get Lost.
Memory can melt away
like frost
if you let it.
Does the dance end if he lets go of her hand?
If she is not taken and lead?
Didn't the force begin outside both of their heads?...
Why should
what other's Lack
hold Her Back.?
Terpsichore~~~~~~Choreography.
Let the audience feel what the dancer sees.
If he leaves her alone,
she'll let him be.
Then delicately slip
her hand back into
rEaLiTy.
Locate the
once upon a time
*she was free*.
Naked of their cover,
a tree still stands no
matter how many
parts leave her.
But to feel
Warmth in Winter,
bare roots know
you need the perfect
mixture.
(2 souls came together straight after their escape from nature.
Signs that you pass by will catch up to you in time.)
I've all ready felt a divine fit;
now how do I get passed it?
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