In Parlance
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I tried many times but never could dance;
When I swayed even friends shrieked and ran.
Neither my bone nor my soul knew nuance.
Some said it was my stance,
But conformity I could not stand.
I tried many times but never could dance.
Never learned, never got a chance.
Scared away the senorita when I declared the heart's plan.
Neither my bone nor my soul ever knew nuance.
Some learn movements at a glance
but my insecurity defied caste or clan.
I tried many times but never could dance.
Heart's trecherous movement is romance;
and the fruit forbidden for a man
made of neither bone nor soul that knows nuance.
Lonely life is a delusional trance.
My story is not ending. It just began.
I tried many times but never could dance.
Neither my bone nor my soul know nuance.
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mG. my first villanelle! :)