Dosey Doe, ring around the dance floor and pick up where
rhythms left off, people looking good in patterns and de-
signs of love.
Dance floor getting congested, people forming two circles,
one interiorly, another around that one, keeping traffic
dancing energetically all through the night.
Practicing steps, turning and focusing on the wonder of
another great night of music as it touches our minds and
hearts, giving glad tidings in all moments together.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem