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THE DANCE I SING


THE DANCE I SING



Curled in the belly of an ancient goddess
I paint my songs in colors of darkness
Diamond shaped notes dance in sadness
It's my sacred place inside my own madness
~ ~
Stripped of reality I retreat to dwell
I become the song that I sing so well
The wings of my soul will wear a veil
While chanting a story and telling a tale
~ ~

My melody glides in the clouds to soar
Tuck me away to awake no more
I feel at peace with this metaphor
Inside yon belly; she's the goddess of yore
~ ~


Curled in the belly……… forevermore


a jamais

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