Dancing through my head
Swirling round and round
Waiting to be caught
Wishing they were released
Still lingering
Waving through my mind
Seeking some attention
Hoping they won’t fall or tear
and be whisked away
this early morn
Beating to its own rhythm
Wobbly but firm
Bothering its victim
Though some meaning sets
They weave and wane
Till attention is given


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