Dance of the Spirit
DANCE OF THE SPIRIT
They sing, you dance
Like a naked child sputtering in the rain
Your feet are wet
Your body soaked with waters and sweat
You can not control the birth
Every step, a deeper flair
Tell me daughter, where hence the beats come?
Why is the drummer hidden from view?
Whose voice is that song?
Calling you to endless pursuit?
Copyright © Pen Piper | Year Posted 2015
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