The Dance

Bear with me charming poet,

I’m no writer-

simply an artist who sees the world in colors.

Forgive me if I step on your feet.

Sure enough,

we do things and never really know why.

There’s a calling

inside of your chest,

it breaks out when

the sun is sleeping on the floor.

Surely, we can dance

some more.

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