Move your hips to the music,
Remembering every twirl,
Every pause,
And swift movement,
Never losing your balance,
Your breath,
Only using your mind,
Strong with every move,
Losing yourself within the music,
Becoming greater at dancing,
Ending with a strike,
And walking off in pride.
YOU ARE READING
Eruption
Poetrypoems. [READ PLEASE] i wrote most of this in the sixth grade. just saying.
