Saturday, January 5, 2019
The Carnival
The drums are calling my hips to dance. The carnival is near, the excitement builds up...my blood gets the call...the black in my veins dances with joy...dance woman dance...let the music chase sadness away...dance woman dance...drown the sadness in a river of sensual rythms, let the drums take over and replace the unworthy pain...dance woman dance...let behind the fool and the nonsense...let the carnival take over and throw your concerns away with the confetti and the noise. Dance woman, move your hips...let your soul lead...close your eyes and fly away...to another time and another place. Be happy and be well. Let the rythm take over. Let the drums set the pace. Don't think. Don't talk. Don't feel. Just dance!
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