the
tap
tap
tapping of my feet
As they shuffle,
snap
glide
To the beat.
My thump
thump
thumping heart inside
As my feet
And the wooden floor collide.
I d a n c e
To the rhythm of my soul
From my head
To the tips of my toes.
And I d a n c e,
Counting 1
2
3
And when I d a n c e,
I feel what I cannot see.
The tap
tap
tapping of my feet
As they shuffle,
snap
glide
To the beat.
My thump
thump
thumping heart inside
As I leap,
As I learn how to f l y.
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Fragments
Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
