Parquet Poem by Fredrick St. Claire

Parquet



The beatitude in our life
sometimes is just a moment;
but dance vitalizes and gives
pleasure with every movement...

(This poem is a translation of my original hungarian) .

Friday, January 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dance,dancing
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