A moment
Here in the wasteland of my head
naked, because I like to be, and free!
Dancing because it is nice to dance,
traipsing because it is such a word
Where have my troubles fled to?
Away from my exposed soul, they wither
all time is left behind for the moment,
and here in the moment I am content
poem by Poet Dragon
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