Lindsay Elise Biography

So there’s this poet in my garden.
He sits right by the willow tree.
Listening to the words I say,
As he morphs them into beauty.
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You were so waiting for me to jump into the deep end
Where the splash would engulf and wash away
Everything
I have ever dreamed
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Cinderella,

with her slippers of glass,
clicks her heels three times
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They say that she is a beautiful dancer.
Her limbs follow the music.
Her heart pulses to the beat.
Satin-wrapped toes click
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Saline eyes drift along the shore
Somehow asking for a muse once more
They fall upon
A barren rock
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