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The end of the dance
When the dance ended and the music stopped
I wept the sorrows of my broken heart.
When the melodies ceased and no longer played
I was left in desolation, hidden and not displayed.
Now the songs are not sung
and the poetic lyrics are undone,
the inspiration that once glowed so bright
has become an abysmal darkness in my life.
The chimera of affection faded,
dispelling an illusion created;
the void of loneliness has returned
front and center, the position earned.
Gypsy Red
Dec. 2011
I wept the sorrows of my broken heart.
When the melodies ceased and no longer played
I was left in desolation, hidden and not displayed.
Now the songs are not sung
and the poetic lyrics are undone,
the inspiration that once glowed so bright
has become an abysmal darkness in my life.
The chimera of affection faded,
dispelling an illusion created;
the void of loneliness has returned
front and center, the position earned.
Gypsy Red
Dec. 2011
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