Words move and dance
Like shimmering beams
I know all is not what it seems
For they move in such undelightful grace
I know not where or is their place
Then all at once as if by chance
Change their charismatic dance
Which has left me in such a trance
It continues in far advance of all
The things I can enhance and leaves
Me feeling in Wondrous Joy
Of that beautiful rhythmic Charville boy
Mar 25, 2012
Mar 25, 2012 at 1:59 PM UTC
Words move and dance
Like shimmering beams
I know all is not what it seems
For they move in such undelightful grace
I know not where or is their place
Then all at once as if by chance
Change their charismatic dance
Which has left me in such a trance
It continues in far advance of all
The things I can enhance and leaves
Me feeling in Wondrous Joy
Of that beautiful rhythmic Charville boy
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