Dancing In the Morning
It comes suddenly in the small hours -
It appears when I can’t stand this world,
And when I can’t hold back my bitter tears.
It’s a morning dance – I am in a whirl…
My veins are filled with tones of music,
I feel the new fresh blood in my bones,
My soul feels the rhythm - the dance is magic.
I hear nothing except for the loud tones.
It’s my lonely dancing in the morning.
It comes into being out of the blue.
It brings new power – I feel my heart beating,
Now I can look at everything anew.
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