When she dances to swan lake, The sound is a story of wind and it bends her to the melody like a reed the music whirls her and she has to have strong roots to keep her touching the choreographic ground
I used to have a friend that danced. Every moment she made was beautiful and powerful. Each step and movement resonated how she felt, it was a powerful performance. I can truly empathize with this poem and can vision each verse. deftly handled poetry.
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I can truly empathize with this poem and can vision each verse. deftly handled poetry.
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thank you
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Fav lines: "...and she has to have strong roots
to keep her touching the choreographic ground."
Congrats.
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