Dance

Dance said the old man, the mine exploded, the plague killed my family, my life is in ruins. Dance, let us get drunk, and dance.

Dance on water

On a mountain high

On a rooftop among the garden of god

Among the beggars in that alley in Marrakesh

Among the sunflowers

The tulips and roses

A gardenia flower in your hair

Black heels a red dress and red lips

The road to destruction is paved by them

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2 thoughts on “Dance

  1. Noor says:

    Beautiful. 🙂

  2. observationofalostsoul says:

    Indeed it is … Good luck

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