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Life is filled with so much possibilities and dreams Filed with so much more than it seems Dancing, a language on its very own Not always shared, not always known When a connection forms and two meet as one Lost in music, everyone else gone A freedom takes over from deep within Freedom, happiness, just you two dancin He takes your hand and then in his embrace His frame is strong, heat rising in your face He leads the way and you flow as one Where a new language has begun Words are spoken with the look in your eyes The wonder in the smiles and the awkward goodbyes For that perfect moment your souls combined You were so in synch you felt intertwined The attraction you felt burned in between For hands to then part, the remainder unseen You say your thanks and you walk apart And remember a moment in your heart So beautiful, so warm, so true Even if it was only meant for you
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
The language of dancing
Life is filled with so much possibilities and dreams Filed with so much more than it seems Dancing, a language on its very own Not always shared, not always known When a connection forms and two meet as one Lost in music, everyone else gone A freedom takes over from deep within Freedom, happiness, just you two dancin He takes your hand and then in his embrace His frame is strong, heat rising in your face He leads the way and you flow as one Where a new language has begun Words are spoken with the look in your eyes The wonder in the smiles and the awkward goodbyes For that perfect moment your souls combined You were so in synch you felt intertwined The attraction you felt burned in between For hands to then part, the remainder unseen You say your thanks and you walk apart And remember a moment in your heart So beautiful, so warm, so true Even if it was only meant for you
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Apr 27, 2018
Apr 27, 2018 at 3:02 PM UTC
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