My Dance Teacher is the Wind

August 25, 2012
The music starts out so slow,
Trickling into me
And into her
She starts to move, just a little
Her minute movements are perfect
The music then swells
As she begins to dance, my eyes sting with tears
Not of sadness, but of sheer awe
Before my eyes, this woman has turned into the wind
She dances with the floor, not on it
She embraces gravity instead of defying it
But my tears come from the look on her face
She has left her audience and is lost in the music
She is so strong
So beautiful
I feel both contented envy and immense joy
Because she is my teacher
One day I shall become the wind with her

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jetta.bugThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Nov. 30, 2012 at 6:23 pm
This is just purely fantastic. I'm so impressed. I love your work.
KnitsandPurls said...
Nov. 3, 2012 at 10:30 am
Do you think you could post a quick comment? I would love to improve my work.
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