Dancing in a turquoise trance.

Caught in its colourful never ending cha-cha dance.

Hoping to find the dark side of the moon’s halo.

She thinks she left it on the ledge of her bedroom window.

Dancing away in the fog bow seeing only two feet up ahead.

Relying solely on the fibres of life’s thread.

Each step brings her closer to collecting her stolen pieces.

Demands made by her soul and to her she appeases.

Although her destination is a mystery.

She knows she will leave her mark and make history.

Poem by @sugaroc
Art by @ryanmonsod


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