My feet soaked in puddles,tapping away,
my fingers snapping in the sweet spring of May,

My hips swinging left to right,
as it draws like art,so colorful and bright,

The stretch of my arms,calling on the wind,
my shoulders trickling,as I faithfully grin,

My spirit alive,prancing on the ground,
the sultry of my movements,spinning round and round,

Rhythmical beats of the natural spring rain,
twiddling of my heart,as the music pumps my veins,

Jumping up and down,spinning in slow motion,
like the harmonic flow of a whimsical notion,

Strutting along in a hypnotic trance,
as I splish splash away with a sultry dance..


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