shrutimishrarox

A hum of noise filed my ears. The clink of glasses, the sound of tinkling, well-rehearsed laughter, polite tones undoubtedly commenting on the weather. feet thudded heavily on the carpet, muffled thuds from the boots of men and the sharper sound of high heels. Pleasanteries surrounded me, compliments on one's dress  hairstyle, questions wondering if those shoes were new. I could tell of the approach of the host by the commotion of voices surrounding him, stumbling over each other in their effort to outdo one another's compliments on the 'elegant chandeliers' and 'delicious hours d'ouevres'. The commotion came closer-closer-and then farther a

She scatters the seeds with her tiny hands. And pictures the sunset in a distant land. She dreams of places, where she'd be free. With clouds as far as the eyes could see. And there she'd dance to the song of the rain, While I would watch from my window pane. With a smile befitting such a lovely girl; The daughter I lost, to a cruel world...

She dances with fire, a dragon in tow. Twirling with flames; graceful and slow She dances tonight, in a city of ash. Her feet leaving footprints, where the sand will splash. Quietly mourning, as time goes by; Where once she beheld a home in her eyes... Yet naught but the barest of bones remain, And so she dances, to soothe the pain.