special dance

< Anatoly Golubovskii

She loved to dance
His special dance
She liked to give than to take
He loved to watch
As it flows spontaneously
Suggested as internal rhythm,
That resonated strangely
With the surrounding area.
He liked to think
What it does is just for him,
Although many people were around.
It is only with him it was
Linked thin invisible string,
Which did not allow her to fly.
Something happened to him,
What was impossible to describe words
And there was no point in its essence.
But even in the dance was not
Special sense.
And then she did not come.
With this it was necessary to do something
Because invisible string

Pulled up to the limit And could explode piercing
Upper "to" at any time.
He gently vibrated,
And then streamed in dance.
It was so beautiful,
What he almost choked,
And a lot of invisible strings
I reached out to him from everywhere.
And then he saw her. She
It was a joyful and smiling,
In her hands was a placard
"You finally did it. I am proud of.
Do not forget to buy milk "