Unmoored…

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An old sepia toned picture kindled wistful memories

of the bygone days.

 I was the diva of rhythmic prowess,

tiptoeing my way on to the stage.

Full of nimble balletic grace,

pirouetting with poise, to the musical cadence.

I was crowned the

Dancing Queen

to a thunderous applause.

Today, my passion for dance has drifted into oblivion,

as I strive to prove myself in the rat race.

It sadly rests in peace

buried under the busyness of life,

in a dark corner of my soul!

 Thank you Lillian for hosting Poetics at dVerse. This week’s prompt is to use one line from Dancing Queen , a composition by ABBA. I’ve used : Dancing Queen.

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