this is my dance.
it's new every time.
it began as a heartbeat
and sprouted a rhyme.
this is my dance.
the beat and the rhythm.
like a bright spectrum
released from a prism.
this is my dance.
with hands in the air.
spinning in circles
when life seems so square.
this is my dance
through joy and through strife.
i will keep dancing cause
my dance is my life.
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