Dancing With Myself

by HollywoodSmile   Oct 21, 2010


When my hips sway,
I hear no voices.
When the music plays,
I have to move.
There is no correography,
no steps, no counts,
no one-two-three-
fours. No,
there is only me,
and all of me at that.
When I twirl
I am free.
When I dance,
I am me.

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  • 14 years ago

    by Ronald Edwards

    HS, you go girl :-) well done, thanks for sharing

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