The shape of me
The shadow as I dance
Details are a blur
My mind fills a glance
Of the possible what
Left to chance
And the beauty that soothes my soul
Falls
Is a heart misplaced
A rhythm that raced
An intimate vision
And a minute to hold
Saved
A tangled possibility
And the consequence was love
And of the what
I could see
It was the shape of me
By Maria Grujicic
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This is a poem about the loves for oneself that transcends to another.
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