Dancing Feet

No rhythm, no beat

no tingle in these feet...

I hear music, and in my seat

I move

Appearance?

Dying

With a smile on my face.

Give me a song

I know the words

And my dancing feet

will sing along.

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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