Shattered Music Box

I used to dance
like a pretty ballerina
in a music box
never missed a step
always joyous,
calmly awaiting
the lifting
of the gleaming top.

I swirled and danced,
bedazzling moves
marveling your eyes
my biggest treasure was
seeing your smile.

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Passionate writer inspired by life moments and a profound desire to let her creativity fly high and her soul shine bright

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Alma Awakened

Alma Awakened

Passionate writer inspired by life moments and a profound desire to let her creativity fly high and her soul shine bright

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