Poetry
1 min
The Dance
Cielo Kyra Hofmeister
The Dance
"The dance starts—
Limbs gild with time
As the moss climbs
Reverent praise falls from my lips
Now my leg goes to kip
My eyes are purple and shut
The thorns prick and now cuts
Gold light damps and scry
Their eyes hateful and pries
My voice is lilted as my smile gilded
The world is disfavored and tilted
My vision begins to go dark
And the moss starts climbing stark
The dance begins again—"
"The dance starts—
Limbs gild with time
As the moss climbs
Reverent praise falls from my lips
Now my leg goes to kip
My eyes are purple and shut
The thorns prick and now cuts
Gold light damps and scry
Their eyes hateful and pries
My voice is lilted as my smile gilded
The world is disfavored and tilted
My vision begins to go dark
And the moss starts climbing stark
The dance begins again—"
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