Lit class again...I think. A weird one but I like it.
Swirling,
Whirling,
Turning
On
Into the night
Taking with it the souls of men
On a frenzied journey
Where theri feet have minds of their own
And their hearts join in the symphony.
Stars illuminate the dance floor
And transform it into a galaxy unknown
But needed by the children of the funk.
The pleasure the notes bring is instant
Like the powder-
Marble white
But not lasting
And leaving them in a world
Distant.
Yet the beat goes on,
Swirling,
Whirling,
Turning
On.
Poetry by transience
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Written on 2006-07-02 at 04:10
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Discomania
And the beat goes on,Swirling,
Whirling,
Turning
On
Into the night
Taking with it the souls of men
On a frenzied journey
Where theri feet have minds of their own
And their hearts join in the symphony.
Stars illuminate the dance floor
And transform it into a galaxy unknown
But needed by the children of the funk.
The pleasure the notes bring is instant
Like the powder-
Marble white
But not lasting
And leaving them in a world
Distant.
Yet the beat goes on,
Swirling,
Whirling,
Turning
On.
Poetry by transience
Read 387 times
Written on 2006-07-02 at 04:10
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