She dances her dance
To the random beats
Her worries scattered
Like the beats ratting from my old stereo
She turns and twine
Like wild forest twigs
Tying each of her motions in fine emotions
In rhythm to the sway gyrating her
So flawless in flow
She dances her dance
Dancing like a water fall
She meanders with firmness in her steps
Like a lactating river
Feeding from the upstream
To the rattles and the plucking of my old stereo
She dances her dance
With soft tremors gulping her soul
As she floats away
Dancing her dance
To the random beats
Rattling from my old stereo
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