I always wanted to be a dancer,
but life had other plans.
Dancing still brings me joy,
still thrills me to watch
The cut of a dancer's line,
the intention in their sole --
Moving
with such joy,
such sadness.
Conveying every emotion
known to man
with the point of a toe
and the sweep of an arm.
The freedom of movement
Strength
Grace
Precision
I still wish I'd been a dancer
...
It's never too late to start.
Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 7:27 AM UTC
I always wanted to be a dancer,
but life had other plans.
Dancing still brings me joy,
still thrills me to watch
The cut of a dancer's line,
the intention in their sole --
Moving
with such joy,
such sadness.
Conveying every emotion
known to man
with the point of a toe
and the sweep of an arm.
The freedom of movement
Strength
Grace
Precision
I still wish I'd been a dancer
...
It's never too late to start.
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