as of tomorrow brought aside
room cornered snares
your ballet shoes cast
the feet in sorrow can no longer glide
the caring sun spares
your dance of dust
you're here to prove
the sun never sets
for beautiful hearts
and their pirouettes
corner-alone
too tiny a dress
and naked shoulders
eyes made of stone
dark line can guess
the sight that smoulders
heart piercing sigh
in an empty gape
so wishful to die
but no escape
too tired to move
the music starts
you're here to prove
the sun never sets
for beautiful hearts
and their pirouettes
you'll stand up and fetch
those white laced shoes
put your hand up and catch
the final moves
an empty chair watches
a sight in despair
darkness encroaches
swallows the air
the doors knock open
all corridors free
a curled lock token
in the light to see
you're here to prove
the sun never sets
for beautiful hearts
and their pirouettes
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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