Whispers of insecurities dance across her mind
Dark clouds of worries loom in the distance
Her dance card is full.
A dance with Life;
A dance with Joy;
A dance with Grief;
A dance with Death.
She is dressed beautifully in her black mourning gown.
She dances gracefully with each of her partners
There is no music; They dance without it.
It is not a
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