Dancing Struggles


In the end there is a Sun, 

In the shadows you still got a Run…

Clearing skies of Fantasies, 

Another thing Undone…

Destiny hides behind a Rainbow,

Thought you made it? But it Shun…

Soon the color of your violets feel low,

The columns start becoming Row…

In the race of voices, I Danced Slow,

Achieved all in one space but deep well to plow…

I didn’t stop running until moon becomes one,

In my New York, the moon remained the same but the story becomes One…

Farid Shoaib Tas – 03/25/2015

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