dancing, jumping the notes to a song
she suddenly felt like they belong
and though she wasn't all that strong
she knows she can just fly along
the wind's soft music are calling out
to the dancers in their hideout
the moon has risen, away and far out
waiting for the withered drought
and though all this just makes no sense
I'll let the time dance and commence
for now there is just no suspense
to leave these words under my pretense
Am feeling so lazy this weekend. Have finally settled with my house chores and the posters.
And now I've ran out of things to do.
Will look for a book to read. :)