Only the Dancers
A beautiful hope
for only the return
of the misunderstood.
A helpless feat
for only the dancers
understand the light.
Know how to sing,
for the fate of the sowed
is within.
Why try for the count of the moons
if there are no ways to number?
The blank faith of the Mayans
is nothing to idolize,
but when wronged opinion
hopes for renewal,
the ancients come back to haunt.
The End
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Only the Dancers, which
was posted on Feb 4, 2012 by
LouisaJo.
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About this poem
"About finding the misunderstood, and understanding them."
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Free Verse
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