Use my time to take my time
Make sure I do it right
one two three one two three
There’s a good chance of rain tonight
Sky turned grey
And the rain fell harder
I move in rhythmic agreement
My curtsy begged for the sky to open
Cleanse my soul of all its bleeding
-What is this dance called-
-And do you do it everyday-
I dance these moves for my pain
And my rain dance washes it away
Well written and love the use of rain and the ability to dance in it, instead of becoming grey with the sky. Great poetry!
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I appreciate this so much. Thank you ❤️
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you are welcome! keep them coming❤️
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