Poem for Day 070 – 20141202
You danced for yourself.
The world was entranced.
The moment seemed far to brief,
with time stealing you like a thief.
I struggled to be your witness.
I sought to be your scribe.
To see you in dance ageless,
to preserve your essence expired.
My camera turned its lens to you,
seeking to witness all your beauty.
Its eyes seized on the moment
as it focused on that soon to be stolen.
A picture was captured,
the moment had passed.
Time moved forward ever more,
while you now forever dance for yourself.
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