the dancing...
music pulsating
rushing in rhyme
surging sweet movement
turning in time...
heart beat in rhythm
swinging in space
shaking with shimmer
merging in place...
lost in the moment
forgetting the past
feeling the rhythm
and letting it last...
all through the flicker
of soft candle light
the shadows are dancing
in rhythm tonight...
Joy Weare.
23rd September, 2006.
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