A distant music plays,
A distant music plays,
Somewhere, far… very far,
The sound comes in waves,
At times so near, and then… apart….
The music's echo is endless,
It's soft, rhythmic, exotic,
The sound of a dance It resembles,
The more it plays, the nearer I feel it;
Slowly it revives a Dream - I imagine:
To this music dancers there should be,
A man and a woman in a red dress,
Dancing to Summer, infinitely;
The distant music continues,
But I feel it so near, I can even sing,
I now am dancing with Summer,
It has entered inside my dream;
I remembered Summer is for dance,
Soon I will be there at that place
Where music endlessly, softly plays,
I'll be dancing to Summer in a red dress.
Mirela Athanas © July 3,2016
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Slowly it revives a Dream - I imagine: To this music dancers there should be, A man and a woman in a red dress, Dancing to Summer, infinitely; dance and music and dreams. .. very loving, romantic and full of imagination tony