Dancers In The Silence

September 14, 2014

And everything I saw

was beautiful;

I knew that everything was artificial,

but in that moment,

I didn’t even care.

I saw as the light shone

upon the glittering gold

in the air around me.

What felt like everlasting life.

There was dancing;

and everyone moved as though

they were already angels.

Like they were

invincible;

slowly,

and using every piece of their art

just to move.

And the craziest part?

There was no music.

Just broken humans,

dressed in black and white,

and perfectly swaying

in their graceful imperfection.

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