Dance
I just want to dance in a whirl.
The soles of my feet flying to the drumbeat rolling.
The rhythm tingling the tips of my toes.
Fingertips stretched high to the sky.
I just want to sing to the trumpet of my voice.
Sing the sassy notes rumbling.
Feel my voice vibrating and
The tap, tap, tap of my toes on the ground.
The deep ancient rhythm resonating,
Dancing to the Harmony of all.
All that has gone before.
All that is to come.
All that is now.
I just want to dance.
- Stacy Wilder
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