As a stand upon the floor,
I wish for nothing more,
To be dancing through the night,
Under the pale moonlight.
A wish is like a memory,
Dancing underneath your dream,
Waiting for you to return,
So that you can be free and run,
To be dancing,
Is to be dreaming,
But awake and spinning and leaning.
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Poetry
PoetryPoems that I wrote; about my sisters, dancing, and a bunch of other random stuff.
