Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, June 26, 2015

You're Dancing With Me

For me dance is like "stopping to smell the roses." Instilled at an early age for the love of music, lyrics, song and dance, I found that a simple dance in the kitchen became a rise above the negative.

Follow your heart,
let your soul free,
there is no wrong steps,
you are dancing with me.

My head on your shoulder,
while our hearts beat as one
in this dance we call life
we journey through love.

Follow your heart,
let your soul free,
there is no wrong steps,
you are dancing with me.

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