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The cemetery trees are dancing in the wind. Shimmying unapologetically like a chorus line of boozed up Burlesque dancers. Some are tall and regal with pointed crowns,   Isosceles dresses, neat and tidy, Complete with Pine colored tutus. Whoosh! Like entering a room sliding On your knees. Whoosh! Like someone breathing fresh life Into you. Mysterious but holy, Divine yet impermanent. Whoosh! Strong yet fragile, Gliding with the wind In this game called life. (and death) Some have solid legs And big shiny afros, Showing everyone how It's REALLY done. Bump. Grind. Confident yet elegant, Bump Grind. Full of themselves in the Best way possible, Bump! Grind! Living.  Being.  Rejoicing. Others have tassels dangling from their limbs. Shimmy!  Shake! Shimmy! Shake! Teasing me with their Devastating beauty, Shimmy! Shimmy! Shake! Revealing my longing, My passions, For what? I don't really know. Shimmy! Shake! Feeding me an elixir Of fresh sweet hope To drown freely, once again, In immortal youth. They all weave themselves In the wind. Acknowledging my existence Through movement. Using interpretive dance As a symbolic conversation. Happy to see me, Welcoming me to their land. Welcoming me home. Welcoming me to NOW. .
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
Cemetery Trees (work in progress)
The cemetery trees are dancing in the wind. Shimmying unapologetically like a chorus line of boozed up Burlesque dancers. Some are tall and regal with pointed crowns,   Isosceles dresses, neat and tidy, Complete with Pine colored tutus. Whoosh! Like entering a room sliding On your knees. Whoosh! Like someone breathing fresh life Into you. Mysterious but holy, Divine yet impermanent. Whoosh! Strong yet fragile, Gliding with the wind In this game called life. (and death) Some have solid legs And big shiny afros, Showing everyone how It's REALLY done. Bump. Grind. Confident yet elegant, Bump Grind. Full of themselves in the Best way possible, Bump! Grind! Living.  Being.  Rejoicing. Others have tassels dangling from their limbs. Shimmy!  Shake! Shimmy! Shake! Teasing me with their Devastating beauty, Shimmy! Shimmy! Shake! Revealing my longing, My passions, For what? I don't really know. Shimmy! Shake! Feeding me an elixir Of fresh sweet hope To drown freely, once again, In immortal youth. They all weave themselves In the wind. Acknowledging my existence Through movement. Using interpretive dance As a symbolic conversation. Happy to see me, Welcoming me to their land. Welcoming me home. Welcoming me to NOW. .
erika-anne23
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 12:07 AM UTC
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