Dancing Skirts
She drifts and sways
To the songs of the moon
Sobbing, twirling
With each tear, a pirouette
Her dancing skirts billowing
She rises into the air
Still turning
Like a spinning top
She cries, and on Earth it is raining
She screams, mad with grief
And on Earth it thunders
She stays in the Heavens
Her misery and anguish storming
Raging
She still searches for Him
Her drowned lover
Just her
And her dancing skirts
Waiting
For their final dance
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I am a seriously messed up girl with some crazy-shit problems. Poetry has always been my escape, and I want to share it with the world.
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