Dance of the MilesA Poem by EileenIt's short, but it's something. Based off a dream I had.Lightly. Quietly. We sway. What may be a dream. May be all I have. We dance. We laugh. Fingers interlocked, We sing our silent song. Glowing. Shifting. We float.
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StatsAuthorEileenMIAboutHi. I'm Eileen. I'm 16 and a junior in high school. I am an artist, a past passion of mine was writing. Thought I am currently more involved in the visual arts. I play guitar, flute, ukulele, a.. more..Writing
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