if
if there was music, would we dance?
do you mind these strangers, oddly smiling
how do they see us, but that's another day
somewhere is a waltz, somewhere a song
somewhere we'd be lovers, if the world
were mine
always remember that
if there was music, would we dance?
do you mind these strangers, oddly smiling
how do they see us, but that's another day
somewhere is a waltz, somewhere a song
somewhere we'd be lovers, if the world
were mine
always remember that
posted by the Bay at 8:08 AM
1 Comments:
I knew a man once who taught me Greek dancing in a parking lot by the river because the music was playing. Thank you for reminding me of the sweetness of spontaneity and carefree moments. This poem "IF" has the quality of a snapshot of life. I can even smell the river from my own memory. Thank you again. Peace.
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