Winter's Dance

Teach your body to writhe and rhyme,

The dance of the winter fairy.

Sway your hips like it's a crime,

Puckered lips, red winter's berry.

The music carries the beat, the groove,

The violin belts a helpless tune,

Your lips will whisper when you move,

As you dance beneath the crescent moon.

Don't worry about the sun; you're in the night,

The festival runs through the coldest season,

Let yourself go, it's quite alright,

Give up on the rhythm and forsake the reason.

Always think about the way you're shaking,

In the square with couples abound.

Never think about the scene you're making,

Or the snow that's dancing won't make the ground.