Another poem with a line from a poetry generator I found.
Image from WikiMedia by Franny Schertzer.
Memories Dance
Before the moment of the dance the memories fade
always the dancing is done full of nothing but the now
stretching and leaping and spinning to end with a bow
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Before the moment of the dance the memories fade
wild and unfettered, dancers reach to the sky
pulling the hearts of the audience with a soft sigh
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Before the moment of the dance the memories fade
and when the dance ends, as all dances must
the memories return until we are all dust to dust
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