Words got stuck and my breath lost balance My eyelids grew tired and my heart felt tender It got difficult to calculate the emotions that I feel So I compensated my debt with my dwarf-like temper
Words tried to climb up my throat, My breathing tried to gain focus Only to be washed away by silence, So I played a little tune
The beat took hold of my words Like a couple hand in hand They started talking Then they were dancing like crazed romantic fools
My reflection in the mirror saw a thousand words spill through my movements As I danced along to the music My breathing finally grew heavy, heart went athlete All emotions went running young, wild and free
— Nanda Regine
From "Inside Her Roses"
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