ii start out dancing
and what seems to me
seems to be a dream
a dream it seems
i start counting my steps in
1,2, ,3,4,5,6,7,8,
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
again
again
again
as the dream gets worse
i look out to the slient crowd
the slient crownd that once befor me screaming aloud
am i doing good
am i doing fine
all thesse thoughts come racing to my mind
bang gose my fet to the floor clap gose my hands to the air
thump gose my heart as the dreams comes to an end and the slient crowd gose to a loud roar
BY: AVA HALL
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem