This is how I learned to dance.
Beneath the heavenly stars.
While forever was just a glance;
Life unburdened with these scars,
We deceived our hearts to dream
To our will should fate beseem
This is how I learned to hold,
Hands laced as coupled duet.
The eyes assured, the steps bold,
Tempo mild, this minuet.
But hands once clasped in summer
The autumn winds asunder
This is how I learned to soar.
Leave below the cautious woes.
Within this moment’s ardor,
All Dionic bliss enclose
Yet height gained by passion’s pow’r
Proved a downfall so sour
For naïve eyes could not sight,
Vows broken after this night.
Just a short poem to be used for my sketchbook project.
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