The blinding lights
shine on glistening faces.
Applause fills the air as music ceases.
I recreate this scene again and again.
My body emulates sentences
with. periods, and commas.
We do this to plant a picture
in their minds.
Constantly evolving,
DANCE is an expression
of the way we feelwhen we fly free
without wings to carry us.
Sep 20, 2011
Sep 20, 2011 at 10:32 PM UTC
The blinding lights
shine on glistening faces.
Applause fills the air as music ceases.
I recreate this scene again and again.
My body emulates sentences
with. periods, and commas.
We do this to plant a picture
in their minds.
Constantly evolving,
DANCE is an expression
of the way we feelwhen we fly free
without wings to carry us.
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