To my dearest sis. The born dancer.
her hands outstretched
every muscle of her body expressing the keynotes
the undertones
of the music
As her body moves through the variations
the beating heart of the lyrics
she tells me the story
pulls at my emotions
with her every movement
When she danced
nothing else existed
Poetry by SecretWords
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Written on 2012-11-10 at 02:49
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Movement
A tuneher hands outstretched
every muscle of her body expressing the keynotes
the undertones
of the music
As her body moves through the variations
the beating heart of the lyrics
she tells me the story
pulls at my emotions
with her every movement
When she danced
nothing else existed
Poetry by SecretWords
Read 910 times
Written on 2012-11-10 at 02:49
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