Danced
Danced like young love.
Danced like well aged love.
Danced like no one was watching.
Danced to our song - Annie's Song.
Danced and changed the atmosphere.
Danced and shared moments with others.
Danced and felt foolish as flow with the rhythm.
Danced and was alive.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Image from evening of dancing.
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