Dancers
Staring upon
my soul
I see within
A reflection
of something beautiful
Of who,
I truly am
My eyes glisten
in sadness
crystal droplets
Falling softly
tumbling down
Two ashen
pale cheeks
I watch
without amusement
suffering a loss
in a sad composure
What have I done,
to be
so unblessed
To warrant you’re run?
Written in collaboration: Liam & Mystic
Copyright © Liam Mcdaid | Year Posted 2013
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