She loves to dance wherever she may be;
She doesn’t care who might be there to see.
The music of her spirit – what she heeds;
The rhythm in her body –
All she needs
She loves to dance wherever she may be;
She doesn’t care who might be there to see.
The music of her spirit – what she heeds;
The rhythm in her body –
All she needs
Dear Owen Poetic Epilepsy,
This is a cool poem. I enjoyed reading it as well as hearing the tone that the poem has.
Sincerely,
Sam.