feel the beat.


Walking with the beat
feel my self retreat

feeling it in my feet
dancing in the street

feeling sort of fine
walking a crooked line

Dancing to tunes, I pine.
Wandering like a star
I look up there you are

Wish upon his face
waiting on twilight’s grace

dancing to the sound
twist and turn around

making people start
I move the things in my heart.

I giggle at the looks
they don’t write this stuff in books

I am the maiden strange
I make the cosmos rearrange

taking pleasure in my walk
my feet don’t move..they talk

I feel the mood in my feet
gotta dance that funky beat

even though many stare
my heart is made of air

and I feel so free and light
there is no gloom in sight

you really ought to try
instead of passing by.

Published by Bexley Benton. (Pen name)

I am B (call me BB and I will gut you) I like daisies, books, and men who understand the wisdom of Kermit the Frog.

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