The Dance
In a world where hearts open and doves fly out
I'll ask " Take my hand and dance with me forever"
Motion creates motion, always fluid, sensual
Floating in realms of space as a feather
Spinning faster and faster as time becomes minuscule
And passion the connecting thread that weaves the dance
As we cross the floor of time in rhyme
For the contest Mood Music with Original Details
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Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2014
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