Oh that I might dance once more,
Dance in the old fashioned way,
Our feet to caress the floor,
Our bodies gently swing and sway.
The music; tunes of yesteryear,
The tempo strict in common time,
The memory of it brings a tear,
Poetry in motion, ryth and rhyme.
ah, yes...that physical flow through space and time...so like a rhyme...so lost it seems...loved the subject and language in this dance across the page...
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Ah you paint such a lovely picture in my mind. I can actually picture you and your wife dancing. Lovely.