Move Into The Music
Jump, Dance, Spirit, Great.
Timing, flying freely like silk.
Dancing to the beat groove.
Jumping as the clock ticks on.
Meditating with spirit and soul.
A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
DreamerGirl17’s Poems (8)
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| " The Woman Across The Room" | 1 | 04/27/2010 |
| Don't Let Friendship Die | 0 | 07/10/2009 |
| Up All Night | 0 | 07/01/2009 |
| Heart of Dance | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Move Into The Music | 0 | 05/29/2009 |
| Emotional Weather | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Japanese Princess | 1 | 05/29/2009 |
| Feeling Alone Within Yourself | 2 | 05/27/2009 |
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