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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I tuck my head under the wrapping of grey facing away from the frothy sea. Oh how I ponder the loss of the dance. Who came and robbed me of my rhythm. I know the steps , the beat, the music, the loss of rhythm ever so present. The music is silenced . The beat not beating, How shall I endure the loss. What will make it all better. My love of the dance is still within the confines of my mind. My body now refuses to move to the melodious sounds. My body has betrayed me. There is no hope for the dance. Then I close my eyes while the sea mist embraces me. Oh love dear love you are still alive within the confines of my mind. One step two steps I am dancing once again, My journey is to a new music. A music within my heart. I smile as the sun sets over the horizon. Another day.... another dance... slower... less encompassing, but, I smile... The ol; gal still has the moves.... in the confines of her mind.. Dance little ol lady dance... This is your final hour.. Embrace the journey... today ... beating to a different drummer. Oh smile, little lady at least you can move to the grove of the sunset. The sun goes down... I sit down tired from dancing in the wild wind of life The wind sustained me. The brisk breeze held me up while I celebrated life in the grey lane.
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