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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