A tap, And a swirl, A clap, And to the eternal cante, I whirl, Is it the wilderness, Or is it the craze? I know not, Fingers snap, In tune with the strings, As I balance and sway, Like a bird spreading its wings, The rhythm of soleĆ”, And arrives a breeze of romance, As I balance my steps, While absorbing your glance, Irrevocably engrossed, In the saccharine harmony, Of your cheer and glee, Crisply twirling, endlessly, Lost in your eyes I strut with a violent ease, As, for you, I perpetually flounce, Toe tapping, through the Flamenco dance........ Poem & Drawing (c) (S.S)
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