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Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better
I dance alone in the shadowsMy feet barely touching the groundWalzing through the nightLightly thinking, lightly stepping, Hardley breathing at all.My heart beat echos through the darkness
Dance through lifeDance through timeDance around the felingsYou don't want to be mineYou are dancing through a worldYou don't want to seeYou are beating to a rhythmThat doesn't lift you freeFr
our thoughts are the bloomsand the wind our admirersin so many ways it blowsand each time it doesthe petals put on a different danceinto the world we dancewith friendsfor each friend a differen
Dancing out of rhyme and reason.Lacking rhythm with a pace too aged, For the times you are behind.And yet you request your steps be followed.No one seems to have the nerve or courage, To tell you
Now I was minding my own particular businessWhen this stranger put his eyes on me...I says, 'cool it fellow because I'm not free! ''That's my man leaning in the corner and looking mean, And if you
Never seen the GodBut ever felt His presenceNever seen thev windBut ever felt its presenceSure too its absenceWithout much of intelligence! Breeze, air, wind and stormAll named on fixed normN
You have no dance item to doBarring this lungi dance, Taking full air, The lungi dance isBut a loafer's danceAnd the lungi cannot come to anyone's rescueDuring the chilly winter.The lungi danc
As the sun sinks upon the horizon, As the dark night creeps in, The dead dance.On the streets they roam, Silent, Alone.Everybody dances, The saints and the sinners, Everybody dances, To the s
I have been touchedBy Loves handIf but one moment in timeAnd it's feelingWheat fields harvestCan not compare in value or worthI have felt insideIt's mystical spellAnd it's dance upon a thin
Autumn.Fall.Leaves drop. Cranberry, gold, chocolate, and rust.Twitter and giggle as the wind blows them about.Black birds glide through the air with a graceful ebb and flow. Breathing in and out.