The Dancers

written on February 1st 2009

The dancers dance with high uproar
the ground shakes and your heart quakes.
The rhythm of the drums, the stomping of their feet
it almost like God singing his melodies.

The dancers dance, and so they spin
they clap their hands and shake their hips.
It’s exotic, breath taking,
make you tremble with anticipation.
The world shakes and the rhythm goes.

They snap their fingers and show their curves.
They dance, they glance, their eyes are filled with romance.

They stomp their heels, and bob their heads
they smile at you for one last chance.
The rhythm increases, they’re losing breathe
the drums come to conclusion, their final steps are made.
Like a rose, they were born again.
Their alluring scent has caught your breath.

About gabthechief

22 years old. Detroit native. Bachelor of Arts in Digital Media studies. Street Photographer. Designer. Dreamer. Young soul wandering.

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