When I am dancing on the floor
My legs become a spider
moving and moving around
My heart is the rhythm
And my head
In a flowless endless steam
When I am dancing on the floor
Who says dance never be born
It's in my mind
Feel the legs and arms
İt's in your mind
Now I am dancing on the floor
Come and dance with me
My dear boy
My dear boy.
2021
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To Tea or Not to Tea
PoetryI would like to reach out to the world where poetry still makes sense and touches to the hearts and laughs. To Tea or Not to Tea will make you think and laugh.
