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The flying angel, Holding silk as light as a feather. He elegantly let the silk flow through the air like a dove. A girl below, skipping threw the flowers, her hair like ash.
I watch as if in a trance. Explosions burning in the starlit night. Shining brighter than the sun. Majestic music playing in the sea of light. My blood goes warm,. it rushes through me.
I step back, You leap ahead. You tap your feet, Senses all dead. I step forward, You give me a twirl. We swap partners, Yours a lusty girl. You return to me, I take your hand.
Give me a bit of Motown or some funky 70's Disco Well shake up this town and go roller skating al fresco Jazz, the saxophone is smooth.
Heel, ball and toe,. Arms extend and grace,. Knees to go low,. Keep a straight face,. Orders and instruction,. Perfect every time,. The same old selection,. After practice wine,.
Let the music take over. Let it fill you with joy. Compassion. Sadness. And anger. Let it seep into your being. Become one with your soul. Let it take over, make you whole.
Up in our tower, high in the sky,. Clouds and birds just fly on by,. Clear circular windows all around,. Making us feel so far off the ground,. As we move, dance and sway,.
#augustwriteaday #dance We danced together On our last night; You were drunk, Couldn't put a foot right, Under the black, star-speckled sky, By torch and lantern light, You held me in your...
#augustwriteaday. #augustwriteaday. She wriggles to the rhythm. Softly moves her feet. Swaying to a rumba. And a bossanova beat. A picture of her boy. Clutched tightly to her chest.
A ring of foxgloves on the ground, A sharp and light musical sound. Echoing laughter, enticing noise, Elegant bodies, erect with poise.
Cradled in your arms. It's here I feel most safe. But then you pushed me away. As if in disgrace. Although we came back together, And we tangoed for a while. Getting reacquainted...
From downstairs in the garage, The drums start up a beat... My brother's started drumming, I can feel it in my feet.
I used to be a ballerina, I twirled round on one pointe, I stayed at it for ten whole years, Until I hurt my joints.
Little girls in tutus. Dreaming to dance. Twirl around in circles. Willing to take a chance. Run round the garden. Prancing wearing wings. Picking up flowers. Marrying kings. Stop wearing tutus.
~Ian~ I looked up at the stage when I heard familiar singing voices, it was.. Adam and Alyssa singing together. I sighed. They always did duets together. "I like this song, it's so...
Yesterday I saw Billy Elliot, Although I already have, The brother was an idiot, And the rest were all chav, But this is on purpose, And my favourite show, The actors were nerveless, As we're all...
All about us- he is we feat owl city. Aka the song i used in i think chapt 18 of my story!!. Love this song!. You tots have to listen to it!!.
**my first duet song!!:)*** female: Look up and breathe in the atmosphere Dont ever leave here Such a lovely place to get Down down down Male: You touch my hands and we walk slow Just let the fire...
I can feel it in my fingers, In my toes and in my soul, A little piece of heaven, When I feel it makes me whole.
When I'm on the floor, It's all me, nothing more. When I groove And bust a move, I'm dancing And prancing.
Three confident ballerinas standing on their toes, one fails an (Air,en l) out she must go.
The audience are seated it looks like a full house. We need this to be repeated, not for the show to be doused. Some dancers take up position, making the audience wild.
I danced through the night. And slept through the day. I'm becoming nocturnal. Waltzing on the bay. Jiving on the jet. Jumping on the grass. Fox trot on the field. Singing to the brass.
They say everyone can dance. Well maybe I'm not the best teacher, but all some can really do is prance.