Dance

Leaping, jumping,
Flying through the air,
So elegantly beautiful,
The wind blowing through my hair.
Running free, no obstacles to oblige,
Showing the true me, no reason to hide.
The music flows through me, jolting me awake.
The thrilling sensation,
That the beautiful sound creates.
To run away, to be free, this is my chance,
To let go, to be myself; to dance.





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