The dancing queen
THE DANCING QUEEN
A Gaze upon a nightly reed
I see a girl dancing there in
I perceive as i observe her
From afar ahh
She turns left and right
My eyes still pounce in need
Shes never giving up her dance
Opulently she twirls her hair to the east and back again to the west,
Ahh distinctly i blush
My eyes glow
I want to watch her for the whole night
Vainly shes not my friend,
Shes never becoming mine
We are not walking together
Cause we are physically living on different planets.
yet in heart we are one..
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Chisanga franklin
Son of Jae an offspring of amaranthine fragrances A.K.A the last piece of Edgar Allan Poe
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