The boy laughs
The boy loves
The boy grows up to be astonishingly beautiful
He plays the lyre with his head bowed
He casts an effortless charm
The boy divides himself into two pieces
One for himself
One for his lover
One for himself
One for the world outside his palace
But in another life
He is just himself
He laughs with his head thrown back
He holds his lover's hand
He lives his life beyond grandiose
And that is enough
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We Can Still Dance
PoetryIn this world, there are painters and writers, teachers and philosophers. Theorists and dancers. People. Complex, enigmatic, people like you and me. People with stories. This book is a collection of poems, based on events experienced by anyone an...
