Reigning in a harness,
wanting to control motion
so it's not so out of hand.
Yet, once music starts it's
rise and falls of tempos,
all is lost in one quick pull,
as the dance floor becomes a
mass of people dancing.
Slowly moving, creating quite
a stir as love starts looking
about and shyly decides to
become a part of the larger
picture.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem