Dancing

Now I just dance alone
Making up moves in the empty air, painting
The floor with aimless strokes
The smell of brewed tea entering, from
the neighbouring house, they will
never know
Why this music plays only at
this time of the afternoon
And the pigeons that collate at the window
Flutter away when I twirl with eyes closed
Imagining myself older
As the captain of a blue ship
Serenading the ocean slowly

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