Dancing, turning,
Entwined in movement.
Stepping through time;
The waltz of life and death.
As the music swells
The tempo is unchanging;
The waltz carries on
While the world does revolve.
Even with no meaning,
With no point of abating,
The dancers march on
Without care in the world.
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Author:
Rael (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: What is the color of midnight? What is the color of a vast sky full of stars? This poem features a color I cannot describe. I wish I took up ballroom dancing, but I suppose it's never too late.
- Category: Nature
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