The music has died,
Only sounds of life remain,
The festus has ceased,
We're left to dance in the rain.
Solo once more,
No friends with whom
We leap and soar.
Dance in the wet, cold rain
Even though no one will see it.
Twirl, leap and stretch
It's for you to feel it-
The glorious song inside of you
The inner tune your heart beats to.
Your mind knows the steps
Your soul, the story
The rain instigates it,
So dance it away.
Dance for the memories
Dance louder than among your friends
Let your rhythm and movement
See no end.
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A Book Of Rhyme, Rhythm, And Time
RandomThis book is a collection of loosely organized ramblings - they resemble poems, but aren't structured to be poetry. Raw emotions from the thoughts and life experiences that afflict an average girl's everyday life, these are unfiltered, and as authen...
