Tag Archive: Dance


Last night I dreamt of snow
and I was lost in it alone,
I hadn’t a clue where I was just I
was so very far from home,
I walked on for mile
upon mile,
As in the bitter cold the
flakes came thicker faster all the while,
I came to a small clearing in a wood
where I screamed in frustration and fell to my knees,
The wind it howled
and shook all the trees,
So peaceful in its way
branches heavy with snow,
I forgot I was lost and just watched
the show,
Flakes thick and heavy
so delicately fall,
They dance in the wind
and so enticingly call,
My body now freezing
but I had forgotten the cold,
Just watching the snowflakes
their story unfold,
And as I watched
shapes I did see,
They came from the woods
to watch just like me,
The feeling of cold
now gone from my bones,
The snowflakes on my skin
all finding new homes,
My skin it had turned
a porcelain white,
My last breath escaped
freed into the night,
My eyes they glassed over
this story dies with me,
Now I am now nothing but a snowflake
this is where I dance free….

.x.

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~ Rave…. ~

 

Look in your eyes take a breath

feel the rain splash down,

Take your sorrows take your fear

make a smile from your frown,

Feel the rhythm feel the beat

let it echo in your soul,

Let the power of the music

fill your senses make you whole,

Ride the wave of feelings

emotion heartbeat rush,

All the ravers in this place as one

we feel the musics heat its crush,

Pulse of music swirls around

kaleidoscopic colours mixed with rain,

The ravers and the DJ

a united euphoric chain….

 

.x.

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