You feel the music flow through you,
Losing to the tune, you begin to move..
Nothing matters, you're in the groove.
People might say it's a waste of time.
They have no idea of this peace of mind.
A graceful art, dancing to music in time.
Invokes the body, rejuvenates the mind.
Care naught what people might say.
So long as in dance, you find a way,
For love and life to be embraced.
So long as sorrow it does erase,
So long as it keeps a smile on your face,
Do as you do, sway as you sway..
May 20, 2016
May 20, 2016 at 8:02 AM UTC
You feel the music flow through you,
Losing to the tune, you begin to move..
Nothing matters, you're in the groove.
People might say it's a waste of time.
They have no idea of this peace of mind.
A graceful art, dancing to music in time.
Invokes the body, rejuvenates the mind.
Care naught what people might say.
So long as in dance, you find a way,
For love and life to be embraced.
So long as sorrow it does erase,
So long as it keeps a smile on your face,
Do as you do, sway as you sway..
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