Fragments of the Heart
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© DaniyahA
F R A G M E N T - 63
Happy Dance
On her tip toes,
she dances on the balcony.
Musical notes surround her happily.
Oh her body movements,
no one dances like her.
Her arms and legs flow like water.
Of her spring-shaped locks,
they bounce against her back.
I think I'm having a heart attack.
How her hips move quickly,
they swing from side to side.
She's my exotic riptide.
And when she looks my way,
her eyes are dancing too.
I'm miraculously starting to love the color blue.
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Fragments of the Heart
PoetryAll Rights Reserved Fragments of the Heart ©DaniyahA "these poems are fragments of my heart" #117 in Poetry :: 3/20/17 #14 in Palestine ::8/28/19
