The Dancers Soul Poem by Wensday Wood

The Dancers Soul



Feel it, Move it
The beat pulsing
You bloods running
Raise your arms
Scream your lungs
Step around yourself
Clap the beat
Insert the lyrics
Go all out
Become the blur
Just don't stop

Friday, December 12, 2008
Topic(s) of this poem: running
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