Dance Little Girl Dance

Dance Little Girl Dance

A Poem by Diasha

Her short purple hair bounces and flares around
Rhythms buzz around
Melodies flow from far off Kingdoms

Dance !
Cry the Soldiers

So the little girl danced
Hoping for just a moment
To free them from their pain
Their past
Just for a moment for them to forget

Continuing with lyrics
Her strong voice carried
Off in reply to the Kingdoms
Sweet melodies
With a gracefully bow

Dance !
Cry the Kings

So the little girl danced
In hopes to please
To inspire this once great Kingdom
Now broken and divided
Just for the moment
Be Unified.

On she traveled
Many sites and faces she passed
She gazed
Dreaming of a life of her own
Something she could never be
Granted. Guaranteed. Promised.

Dance !
Cry the Travelers

So the little girl danced
Amused the strangers
Fascinated their interests
They could escape the reality of
Pain
They could once again
Dream.

This little girl
Gave all she had
Pleasing, Helping,Inspiring
Would anyone help this little
Broken girl?

Dance !
Cries the World

So the little girl
Preformed her
Last Dance
With Grace and Dignity
She floated across the universe
In the most Beautiful way

She had finished.
She succeeded her goal.
All who saw were amazed
Granted new hope

This little girl saved a hurting world
With her last dance
But she died inside
She gave everything
Asking for nothing in return

She had nothing left to give
Her soul was the last gift in
Her last dance

Because while she danced
She gave up her hope
Of ever finding the one thing she
Searched for

A Place To Belong

© 2013 Diasha


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Added on March 9, 2013
Last Updated on May 31, 2013

Author

Diasha
Diasha

Candyland, Just around the corner of Cookie Relm



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I don't like describing myself >~< but I guess I'd say I have a huge kid complex, still working on my awkwardness, creative, love music. If that helps any :[] 3 i can't live without: cookies frien.. more..

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