All around me dancers fly
Hands outstretched to touch the sky,
Graceful limbs and sparkling eyes.
“Oh!” Lamenting, “why can’t I?”
Years ago I lost the dance
Sadly sidelined by fears dark glance.
Musics’ heart in frozen stance
Rhythm bound without a chance.
One-day bonds begin to break.
Loosened muscles start to shake.
Musics’ heart begins to take
its’ rightful role in rhythms place.
My dancing lacks a rhythmic air,
My heart finds beats my limbs don’t share.
No rhythm, true, but I don’t care
Engaged in life and fully there.
And so I dance when music plays
My body touched by love and grace.
No more afraid of rhythms race;
My dance a gift to lifes' embrace.
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