Two dancers on the floor
They don’t pretend,
They live just for
Just for the moment
He could touch her hand
And land
Land on his feet
And flush into the air again.
Two dancers on the floor
One breath for both
And sense that grows
In steadily rush just for
For he could touch her anymore.
The bloom of peace and pain of war
In moves of dancers on the floor
And Chemistry in what we feel
Hot fire in a tender thrill
Two dancers on the floor
Two hearts – one beat
Two lives with only need
To die and born again
In dancing now and then.
contemporary
© Copyright: Алёна Шкляева, 2010
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