Who was dancing?
Who led the steps?
The laser lights danced
Hypnotised by her grace!
She grooved, she swung,
On her toes
Like a tornado she spun.
And the lights moved in symphony–
Moving out and coming back
As one, eager to give company.
Who was dancing?
Who led the steps?
The laser lights danced
Hypnotised by her grace!
She grooved, she swung,
On her toes
Like a tornado she spun.
And the lights moved in symphony–
Moving out and coming back
As one, eager to give company.
this & that
Random views and musings with a sprinkling of idiocy
Life, the universe and everything, Britta-style
by Britta Benson
Photographer & Travelogue Writer
the magic begins the moment you start being yourself
Not only fiction - an avid non-fiction reader too.
random thoughts
... a beautiful life
Tripping the world, slowly
A blog to inspire the insecure writer in all of us
Explore.Create.Inspire.Learn.Laugh.Live
suffering sappho!!!
Engaging in some lyrical athletics whilst painting pictures with words and pounding the pavement. I run; blog; write poetry; chase after my kids & drink coffee.
An Open Mic & Poetry Show