It comes suddenly in the small hours - <br />It appears when I can’t stand this world, <br />And when I can’t hold back my bitter tears. <br />It’s a morning dance – I am in a whirl… <br /> <br />My veins are filled with tones of music, <br />I feel the new fresh blood in my bones, <br />My soul feels the rhythm - the dance is magic. <br />I hear nothing except for the loud tones. <br /> <br />It’s my lonely dancing in the morning. <br />It comes into being out of the blue. <br />It brings new power – I feel my heart beating, <br />Now I can look at everything anew.<br /><br />Jolanta Gradowicz<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dancing-in-the-morning/
