SHE DANCES INSIDE MY MIND Is this woman one of a kind ? Because she is stuck like traffic in my mind, She is like the only one in my kind. She is sought after, like a precious stone, Complemented by many like a new born, Brothers killing each other because of their scorn. Who would have thought she can dance, Hence, from the sound made by rhymes of poetic words. cutting loose each and her every nerve like steel blades. She dances from the sound made by each poetic rhyme, in motion with its rhythm, Moving slowly and closer to its Wisdom. On the floor, I like looking as her sweat when it condenses and pour. She started dancing from the rhyme GO She started... She started dancing from the word GO She started dancing from the moment each word glow. She dances inside my mind. On my eyes, and leave me blind. It becomes worse when my view is from behind, I ponder more deeper, with a wish to rewind. With a wish to be bound forever with her, hopping she adhere. Is this woman one of a kind ? Because she is stuck like traffic in my mind, She is like the only one in my kind. - Poem by: Jozi Poet - Year: 2014 - JOZI POET ART WORK INC © -
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 17:25:54 +0000
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