Ballet shoes

11 February 20196 May 2020 ~ W. Donovan

Wake up from your dreams and put on your shoes.
Start living the life you’ve got.
Don’t start the adventure to nowhere.
The next morning must be very real.
Forget about death and eat breakfast with me.
Leave it behind the door of oblivion.

Feel what you need now.
sing what is in your heart.
Dance in the rain with your dreams.
Feel like a butterfly, free.

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What if I’ve lost my life?
Wasted all opportunities?
Slept all chances away?
And let everything to miss me out?
Forgive me if I cannot.
But one thought keeps tormenting me.

I will not tell you that I love you.
I will not dance in the rain.
I will not sing, I cannot.

I think I should go home now.

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Weronika Donovan is an amateur writer and photographer. She's an artistic soul. She was born in Poland, where she was brought up and educated. Her adventure with writing began in her late teens, but she started blogging only ten years later. Her poetry has grown since that time. She started to use words more consciously. She defined the journey of her life, portraying it in four volumes of poetry. First of them called 'Ghosts' was self-published in 2019. Weronika is a loner. She likes wandering to interesting places, always choosing her own path. View all posts by W. Donovan