a fragile soul dances across the floor,

the heart of this little girl innocently cries,

and her hushed voice prays for more,

she spins and whirls until she flies,

her worn shoes tap against the cold ground,

and the music that plays in her head sings the beat,

and she glides and leaps until she is found,

but no one comes searching the empty street,

her long red hair blows through the air,

her darkened eyes search for help, for anyone,

and inside herself she screams that it's not fair,

as she dances into the sun.

 
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