Sunday, November 25, 2018

Production Poem

Nerves, Butterflies.
Feeling uncomfortable.
Having fun but beginning to feel comfortable.
Bouncing to the beat.
And feeling the ground vibrate beneath my feet.
Smiling and shining like a star.
I’m starting to feel great so far.
 Dancing to the music feeling the rhythm.
Doing the actions that I was given.

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