The ballet (an original poem)
to look into her eyes.
He was a humble man.
the lady stood.
Her grace was only hers.
as nature after rain.
He only had one thought.
as exuberant jungles of Amazon.
She worshiped… herself.
finding beauty only in mirror’s reflection.
Alone with undiscovered love.
and decisions had no variety.
Alone and gracefully dead inside.
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