Nov 2021
Let’s swing again on asphalt
To music only we can hear,
Or waltz beneath a tree of fireflies.
The schoolyard is a ballroom
When we let logic disappear
Beneath attraction’s innocent disguise.
- p. winter
To music only we can hear,
Or waltz beneath a tree of fireflies.
The schoolyard is a ballroom
When we let logic disappear
Beneath attraction’s innocent disguise.
- p. winter
Every empty space I see I wish to fill with dance.
