Dancing to

the sounds of raindrops,

while they flood my

washed up shoes.

I can hear as

bells are ringing,

people run to

pay their dues.

I resist

but can not hide

as a tear

reaches my eye.

Sway around

move to the rhythm

of the droplets

falling down.

Failed to stop

I keep on moving

as my clothes

feel like the lake.

Never felt

exhilaration

crash so hard

my body shakes.

Felt a stillness

taking over

making this

my final dance.

Bitting hard

pierced my own lip

thanks to hope

received a chance.

By Grace Reddy

From: United States

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