When I Dance

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When I dance,

I am light as a feather.

I am Song, I am Grace

mixed together.

Those boys down there

can jeer and stare,

and say rude things

and look askance.
I do not even hear them
when I dance.

I give them not a solitary glance.

I take my stance,

enter deep trance,
my heart suffused with fine romance,
for every heart must have its chance,

and I am light and beautiful,

especially when I dance.

for Words Count with Mama Zen over at Real Toads ~

to write a poem with an emphasis on eckphrasis.
I exceeded the word count by sixteen words.
My bad! I did not want to remove the hope, LOL.