The dance


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The dancer twirls.
Oblivious to her surroundings.
The music casting its spell.
Sensual, I am captivated.

Eyes that follow the dancer.
Like bondage, I am trapped.
The dancer is one with the music.
She dances, I am enchanted.

Is it yearning, this feeling.
Of one who cannot dance.
Wanting to twirl, to dance.
Compelling, I am mesmerized.

By C.E. Pereira


Author: cepcarol

I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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