erika . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . bergen, norway
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her smile lit the room, fear fled
running for the valleys
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she closed her eyes
pulled and stroked the strings
dancing fingers up the wooden board
chasing His glory
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her breath was light
it was bright to hear the
sweet honey voice off her lips
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she stepped and swayed
giving room for the spirit
to swing dance her soul around
the room of her heart
waltzing in paths beyond tracing out
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she stepped and swayed
smiling, closed her eyes
and took a breath
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He thanked her for the dance
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elh mar2006
7 comments:
I love it.
I love it too!
me three
I guess i can fourth that one aswell, but i must give you an apology for calling you in the middle of the night a few weeks ago, but it was cool that you woke up as soon as you knew it was me, and started talking erika style, i missed it. anyways hows your summer been going?
I`ve linked you up to my blogg if u don`t mind..?
hope you`re doing good...I often think of you my dear!
love
erika... hi from an old friend i really liked "string dance"
by the way it was nicole from canada .... hehe
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