Lost In Moments (written for english class)

The smell of the polished floors,

The soft thump of those,

Twirling

Swirling,

Spiraling,

In a graceful flutter

I danced,

I swayed,

I turned,

And I learned,

We practiced and practiced,

Until it was the day

The excitement that came

On that perfect day

The day where we could

Just float away

Lost in the music,

Lost in the sway

Moving

Twirling

Swirling

Away.

-Endora of Mind