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Dancing Beneath the Sun

I'm a writer, a poet, a dreamer. Born and raised in New York City. I now live in Daytona Beach, Florida. .

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Come dancing with me,

while summer is here,

let’s enjoy the warm summer sun

and smell the new mown grass.

Those were the first words,

that she said to him

and he was awed by her beauty.

Let’s enjoy these moments,

that will bring us so much joy,

perhaps we’ll fall in love,

perhaps we won’t,

but it’s summer

and I want to have some fun.

Come dancing with me,

among the sunbeams,

along the path that summer -

has tossed beneath our feet.

So he followed along,

soon summer was a whirl,

so many bright colors,

dancing through meadows,

of wild flowers

and at the seashore.

Let’s dance and greet ,

each wonderful morning,

dancing in bare feet,

through the morning dew.

Before he knew it,

the summer days were dwindling,

he was madly in love,

the joy she brought him,

was more potent than summer wine.

Came the first autumn winds,

she took his hand and said,

let’s continue dancing,

while Indian Summer’s upon us,

while we can still enjoy -

the last of the summer flowers.

Come dancing with me

and let’s dance for the joy,

that Indian Summer brings us,

because we know -

that it will be a long road to go.

Through the autumn and winter,

that will follow,

on the cold days,

when the north wind blows,

we may not want to go dancing again.

Come dancing with me,

while the warm days are still upon us,

so deep in the snowy winter,

we can remember,

we can dream and smile -

until spring sends us dancing again.

© 2017 Gypsy Rose Lee

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