Who
moved the ground
beneath
my feet?
Was
it that look,
or
is that how you treat
every
eye that looks at
your
graceful smile
and
every heart that
beats
in ways so wild?!
As
i stay suspended mid-air
with
the ground beneath me gone
i
wonder if i'll fly
or
be flung down like a stone? -
come
what may, i know
i
dont have a chance
i
know i am falling
i
might as well dance! :)
Dance... don't sit this one out!
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Beautiful beautiful poem, David! I so loved it, having just rambled about Twinkle toes a while ago :)
I'm sharing this :)
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