The rhythm,
Of the air
Compliments the lyrics
The heart bear
Throwing his feets
On the earth as trick
Coiling his toes
As if they're foes.
On and On
He goes on
Till day became dusk
And brightness by darkness tucked
Then he picked his way home:
The beat is not his own!
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Poet's Note:
Do not take time dancing to another man's beat, get your own and spend all time on/with it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Do not take time dancing to another man's beat, get your own and spend all time on/with it. An intelligent advice.