Salsa playing on the other side of the Italian Club, everyone dancing and having a great time.
Energy going through the roof, people having fun, smiling and laughing while never missing a step upon the dance floor.
Singer singing in mexican while the salsa music never lets up at all throughout the night.
Wishing this poet was able to dance once again, life would be a perfect balance at last.
Joy and peace alighting upon this mere poet while writing poetry all night long.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
4 stars ' for the heck of it' I used to communicate with & read & comment on some of her vast array of poems, BIT I think she never commented on one of mine