Dancing Dream
By amanda_clapp
Wed, 19 Jan 2005
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Latin notes dance through electric air,
showing off while people twist and turn in time.
Smiling and laughing, their arms touch
as their bodies writhe with the rhythm.
As she waited for a dance, he caught her eye and smiled.
Astounded by his presence her heart skipped a beat,
the dancing reduced to a blur,
as if the world was a spinning top
that had slowed in a stiff breeze.
He turned her life upside down in that single moment.
Every breath she took and every thought she had,
was filled with his face, his body, his smile.
Who was this Angel that Heaven had sent?
He was everything that dreams are made of.
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