Life, Uncategorized

Music Box

Confined by the concentric overtures of her clockwork’s steady beat,
A porcelain figurine waltzes through melancholy strains.
Tempo bound by another’s hand she twirls in sync with discordant melody,
So she borrows your sturdy shoulder and sheds her painted tears while you reach toward nothing more than gilt curiosity.
Beneath the lunar glow distorting thoughts and realities,
Is the playing of fragile lives,
And a duet with one’s self.


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