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These days seem more and more
Like I'm sitting on the ocean floor
The weight of the salty water
Crushing down on my chest

The negative bouyance
It chains me down
Not allowing me an inch

The sun doesn't reach me
No light to shine
No warmth to glow.

If only I would have given the effort to stay afloat,
resisting the urge to still my self and let the dark overtake me.

If I would have seen then what I now hold dear.
The silent ponder had has lead me to see.
Acknowledgement of your love is what could have saved me
Safana Jan 7

Twirl it up, twirl it down.
Twist a tongue and twist it.
One leg whirl, one hand whirl.
Sway in your way and lay.
trip slowly into the strip.
Dance high with bouyance.
step it slowly after footing it.
Take a rag and cut a rug.
For you, the place is flooring.
And foot is footstepping.
Shake it low.
Shake it up.
Feel it on your feet.
The dance is not a boogie.
This dance is a pirouette.
And the dance is gyration.

— The End —