This is not a waltz.
This is no song and dance.
That is not our fault
nor is it happenstance.
There is no set beat.
There is no tendency.
You cannot fix your feet
left foot right one two three
and think you'll still step with me.
We aren't so routine.
But we can still keep
in step with each other
if neither of us leads
if neither's hand is upper.
A contest entry
- the path... by PrabhuDayal Khattar.
400 points, ended April 22, 6 entries
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Comments
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Just beautiful voice coming from your heart..thanks my dear..

