Poetry:Dance
The mirror of my soul
reflects deep within my core.
Dance with unconcious roots
from the murmur of blood is born.
A moment captured in time,
expanding rays of light in space,
soaring beyond earth's grip
imagination takes a visible place.
An innate force must be released,
communicate with God and transcend
life's trials, joys, simply becoming
dance, the essence that my heart extends.
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Ballet, Jazz, Hip Hop, Tap, Modern, Broadway, Ballroom, Teacher, Enthusiast (all tags)