Sensing an empathy below the music, emanating from the crowd.
Feeling the excitement mounting, bringing people to their feet.
Wooly Bully being played, everyone enjoying it's beat, dancing
however they can in their imaginations and laying it all on the
line where everyone can see.
(3: 15 p.m. - 10/28/13)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem