It Matters Not . . . I Dance!
A ballerina I am not,
Though my love of dance is strong
Tapping my toe to every song
Feeling the music fill my body
Till every muscle is full of motion.
One cannot truly dance without a smile
Plastered securely,
Highlighting sparking eyes.
Music fills my soul
And all my being.
Swaying slowly
Or stomping feet
To the rhythm:
A square dance
A quick romance
The hokey poky
The hustle
The tango
The Macarena
A masquerade
A holiday parade
Slow or silly sophisticated or hillbilly,
What matters is the dance
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1 comment:
I like this one! Very fun!
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