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*If I were a poem
I’d ask you to fold me up
and put me in your pocket,
then at the end of the week,
toss me in the wash
with the rest of the clothes

And when you find me later,
smudged and smeared,
ripped and tattered into
little unrecognizable pieces,
don’t worry about it,
I was already like that

You feel the music flow through you,
Losing to the tune, you begin to move..
Nothing matters, you're in the groove.

People might say it's a waste of time.
They have no idea of this peace of mind.
A graceful art, dancing to music in time.
Invokes the body, rejuvenates the mind.

Care naught what people might say.
So long as in dance, you find a way,
For love and life to be embraced.

So long as sorrow it does erase,
So long as it keeps a smile on your face,
Do as you do, *sway as you sway..

We go to sleep knowing that we are loved
By those who we love
We go to sleep knowing that we are enough
For our prince and princesses.