Dance, the language of the spirit

Dance is the world,

The very essence of life.

Decorated with little twists and twirls,

What a feast for the eyes!

With the elegance of a swan,

And the innocence of a child,

As nimble as a deer,

Her footwork electrifying,as her expressions ran free and wild.

She told her story, from gods to demons,

Sometimes a maiden is flowing robes,

Or a brave warrior wielding a deathly weapon,

Such is the beauty of dance.

Her smile melts the heart,

As her jewelry shimmered under the spotlight.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on her,captivated by her beauty,

The negativity around wilted as eyes filled with tears that glistened bright.


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