
She tiptoes across
The living room floor
Remembering the dance
That once was and
Is no more
Longing to let the music
Carry her away
Wistfully, quietly,
Her heart begins to sway
As soft as the flickering
Candle light
The music begins to shine
From her eyes
A tentative step forward
And backward she goes
A different dance now
One her heart surely knows
Steps she can make
Despite her advanced age
The remembrance of her youth
Carries her away
Where once again
She tiptoes across
The living room floor
Reliving the beautiful dance
That once was and will be
Forever more.
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Beautifully written. There’s a lovely flow to this
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Stunning!
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