There's a woman who dances,
In the market square,
With a mischievous smile,
She plucks music from the air.
Her wild black hair
flies every which way,
As she spins and twirls
on through the day.
Around and around,
She dances--she flies,
Her vivacious movements,
Draw curious eyes.
Her sky-blue eyes,
Twinkle with joy--
And mischief,
Like a little boy.
She wears a coat,
Billowing and grand,
It flaps like her wings,
Like she will never land.
Her bare-feet are dusty,
And they stamp the ground,
Her coat flies about,
As she spins all around.
The music moves in her,
The tune's all her own.
Her heart is a drum,
The beat is her bone.
Her blood is a rush,
Of melodious song,
So join to her now,
Start dancing along.
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Moonlit Poetry
PoesieMoonlit poems to help others remember what's important... [Originally titled "Finding Earth"]
