As she dances under the moonlit stars
Feeling the adrenalin rushing through her veins
For now she is alone, but not lonely
She makes her own music as her heart beats in time
Feeling the adrenalin rushing through her veins
Passers by shoot a glance as her aura reflects
She makes her own music as her heart beats in time
She loves to perform, dancing is her life
Passers by shoot a glance as her aura reflects
For now she is alone, but not lonely
She loves to perform, dancing is her life
As she dances under the moonlit stars
For now she is alone, but not lonely She makes her own music as her heart beats in time I can not add to this, Love Duncan X
Strange, I see her 'aloneness' but she does not seem to feel it at all. She is perfectly happy in her dancing - how charming...and well done on the form too! Good write....
Lisa, this one speaks to me - volumes. I know how she feels. To dance is to live! A lovely pantoon. love, Allie XX
Lisa, this one is gorgeous, you could almost sing it as a lyric. I loved it. Top marks from me. Thanks for sharing it my friend. David
This and the previous poem truly make me want to get up early to watch the sunrise and throw my arms out and twirl around... just me and God! Lovely poem. Barb
I agree with Brian-this poem does have a wonderful aura, just like the dancer. Well done!
Like the dancer, this poem has a wonderful aura... well done! ! Brian
Lisa another wonderful poem that has you feeling on top of the world, my life resembles this poem so much, brilliant work cheers Sylviex
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What wonderful music this poem makes. It is lovely, Lisa. Warm regards, Sandra