Not about the dance it's a poem // My present for dreemport on her birthday

I was just bored here in my room, looking at the window and watching the birds flies, I used to imagine how it could have feels if humans could fly wild and free just like a bird and then I red that today is dreems birthday, that was when I sit up and looked straight to my phone screen, but you know what happen?, the boredom just flipped a way by watching the phone screen, some dance moves of dreemport and that of hopestylist, I must admit, they were great and a good start of the day.

I wished I was a dancer, I would have shown my good moves too, but it happens that I hardly shake my waist, hehehe.......

I have red about Bluefin he took me on his way to his first dance at high school with a girl who had a sway hips and that precious dance he had with his daughter and that of his wife, these were all the pieces that gave me the energy I needed for the day.

image by ivanovgood at pixabay

The poem

She dance just like a bird in the rain,
Her hands were tight but spreading in my eyes.

I fall a victims of circumstances,
when I thought she was calling for me.

No one knows what was in my heart
as that moment

I feel like I was ontop of the world
the moves and steps took all of me

Till I was not myself anymore

I Cried when others were laughing
how can I express this feelings, I keep asking.

No one besides me ever noticed that, I was captivating.

I wish for another me, that would have had the greatest courage I didn't have.

I Wish for another me, that could speak to the world of what I found.

It was when I broke down she realized that I have this feelings.

Then I couldn't take it anymore as I joined the chorus and I sing.

Hip! hip!! hurray!!! happy birthday to dreemport.