Dance Dresses poem

Dancing Tale of The Young Zebra

As the morning sun rises in the East she swings

Daring deep into the day with soulful feet

Jiggling in praise of nature

Heart thumping like grandma’s pestle

No worries, no pressure, on and on she hops

Taking turns with moves

Down the lane of happy ever after

Dressed in colourful laughter

Dazzling along with fogs

Happy ever after – a dream to hold

Like a young lad

Gently, steadily she walks down the greens of Africa

Unbent by the chaos

Unmoved by the tides of time

Time they say is priceless

Priced as a masterpiece

Dancing in the greens

She screams

Am free!

Oh, mine, what a beautiful day

Rise and shine

Above the skies



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