Tuesday, October 14, 2014

So you Think you can Dance

Emerging from the mist
Green blobs on browns sticks
Become trees
And the bird songs 
From the album called Life in Perfect Harmony
Drown out foreign voices
That chant against its rhythm 
And force me to dance to my own
While clumsily apologising
Every time 
I step on my toes

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