The hard drums throng
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The hips quietly swerves under my garment
The rhythm swept over my soul

That voice
Shrieks of it destabilizes the cool evening breeze
The terror distinctively covers the conversation
Yet another music drowns my heart

We can make it
We can make it
We can make it
Gradually overshadowing ever sound

The movement
The space
The Voice
The message

Sound the trumpet
Dazzle the night
Let the stars creep out of hiding
Let the breeze flirt with their rhythm

Lets dance
Lets make the music
Lets put the puzzle together
Let's dance

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Princess, Thursday October 24, 2014