Dance because you can. Dance because you are alive and happy—put your hands up, shout for joy, and move your body, because you can.
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Dance in the Rain
Let’s dance in the rain Throw our worries to the wind Raise your hands And dodge my water blow, Gather the rain water Return my punch Let this flow turn to dance When clouds gather That’s a great sign- It must be the rain! Or the comely evening But let’s wait, If it’s the rain’s… Continue reading Dance in the Rain
Dancing in the Rain
Joy is dancing in the rain… 😊🤗🙃 Have you tried this before? #Nostalgia
Night falls
Sleep calls
My candle light dance, hovering madly before me
Careless of its nakedness, careless of her waywardness
Yet there was very little wind here, rather a swift breeze
Coming now and then, but the candle light danced
The corner of the room stood, darkened behind me
My silhouette forming a union with the dark
And the night one of quiet loneliness, resourcefulness
Now the pen dance with the wind and candle light
The papers are bleeding with ink, fine and some obscure
Underwhelmed with the burden of a switching breeze
And the candle light which knew little but dance…
And so on… So the night is quiet but the pen aint!
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Let us dance while the moon shine
As we swerve about together
To see the stars as they glitter
Let us dance under the baobab
Besides the termites castle
And the grazing field for the cattle
When we dance under the baobab
And the moon light up the cloud is bright
All beautiful memories come alive in the night
Now let the wind flow about us
And let the kids gather for a tale
For such nights as this are rare
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Falling Leaves
There are leaves falling From the skies top Swinging about in a dance Rowing silently up and down When the orange sun sets And the sad squirrels sat On tree branches looking at The strange hues painted Across the skies horizon Also the little ants watch Though a sign had come It was time to… Continue reading Falling Leaves
Under the Baobab
Tonight we will sit under the Baobab To scratch each others back And we shall let all the children Gather about us, happily Tonight the moon shall visit us With his smiles and dimples And a tale shall be told With all sleepy eyes listening Tonight the squirrels will listen As we tell of great… Continue reading Under the Baobab
