The blue, blind dancer slips on the floor,
And enhances the movement itself in an icy dance.
This woman is transformed
Into a blue bird
And vice versa.
She becomes a bird woman
For an absolute motion.
From the depth of her soul,
Begin to overflow the space.
Small crystal pieces belonging to her sad feeling
Become roughly cube-shaped pieces of ice.
They roll in the middle of nowhere.
The blue sound is necessary to expound those words
In a natural and ordinary sense...
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Topic(s) of this poem: blues, dance, dancing, bird
Form: Blues Poem
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