Dancing like a gentle butterfly
Advancing round the spring blossoms
Never leaving my sight for a second
Could I be dreaming ? perhaps – till she lets my hand
Enter hers, and we waltz gently
Round the disco lit floor.
from inkdrop – poetry, places and events
Dancing like a gentle butterfly
Advancing round the spring blossoms
Never leaving my sight for a second
Could I be dreaming ? perhaps – till she lets my hand
Enter hers, and we waltz gently
Round the disco lit floor.
