Perfect Style - Poem by Sensuelle Briden
The world is moving; meanwhile
I’m trying to find my perfect style,
So I can dance in my own way
With no more chance to go astray.
I learn to balance on the waves
As long as I can see their faces.
I slide on surface of the ocean,
And I’m observing all my motions.
Emotions show me what’s with thoughts,
So I can make my new efforts;
And I can choose the right direction,
And fill my mind up with affection.
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