Shimmering stars gathered in my palms,
oceans quivering in the embrace of my arms;
Like a surrealistic dream gently unfurled,
its a beautiful world; its a dancer's world.
Mysterious emotions,
haphazard meanings;
strange relations,
stranger feelings;
Yet on and on we dance along,
through camouflaged tears behind the lights,
through pains, smiles, and sleepless nights.
Like monsoon rain we drizzle on stage,
movements breathe, magic happens;
Reds and blues,
yellows and greens,
Stillness arches to a seven coloured song,
when we dancers just dance along...
UNSUPERVISED Thoughts #4
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