The poem of two feet.

When you open your arms
wide
slowly
the whole world
becomes
a dance floor.

When you open your heart
to see
suddenly
it all makes sense.

When you open your eyes
to hear
the beat of the two feet,
the music starts
to glaze over
and make everything into a poem.

When you don't feel good anymore,
there is the law of two feet.
You can leave.
Take your bags
and leave.

But hold it.
Hold that hand that held you before
you were fearless and free.

AK
Novi Sad,
At the exact place I want to be.

17.2.2016.