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I got two left feet.
Yet I dance.
I dance alone in the dark.
Each step in rhythm with
The gentle patter of rain
In my head.
But missteps I make when
The gentle rain turns
Into a storm in my head.
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I sway as the grass sway;
Back and forth
With the breeze
In my head.
But swept away are my feet
When the breeze turns
Into a gale in my head.
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Still I dance.
I can't dance in the light.
So I dance in the dark,
For I got two left feet.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A true dancing spirit, despite the imagined two left feet dancing away in the dark.. to the music of soft patter of the rain.. please do dance in light too.. I am sure you will find you are a very good dancer.. thanks for sharing.
Thanks for the comment, Seema. I'll bear in mind about your suggestion..