The Dance


I am still

The music plays

My body moves

My arms sway

Even though my body is in motion

My focus is still

When the music begins to crescendo

My body is over taken by chills

My movement becomes faster

Sweat catches on my brow

Then all at once I’m still again

And then I take my bow


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