Dancing
Gliding, On feathered feet, That's how I feel. Or am I asleep? Dreaming, Lost in my mind, While we dance, Not a step out of time. Whirling, The music loud. Magic laughter, Upon the clouds. Moving, Shadows and rain, Our natural gift, Such joy they bring. Dancing I never thought we'd dare, Rain Dancer and Shadow Dancer. We make quiet a pair. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Dec 11 2001 02:22 PM PST, Phyllis Thompson 0 • 8
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