How beautiful a skirt
twirling.
Creating your own wind
a smile, so genuine
a laugh, a grin
Spinning in your dress
making the crowd
swirl
Dancing alone, in your favourite shoes
ones that weren't
handed down to you.
You dance in blue
Spots, and black.
The wooden floors and all their cracks.
You sing the lullaby
and dance yourself to sleep.
You awake in a song
and play it all again
on repeat