Pum, da-da-da-da pum, da-da-da-da pum, da-da-da-da Ba da-da-da-da Da-Pum! Rhythm. Dance. Feeling. Flow, Passion. I am alive when dance courses through me. When I feel the wind caress my being, I am alive! Expression of my eternal soul, Through movement, Is Passion! In complex rhythms, Do I speak. To ancient drums, Do I peak, And spin and turn and flail and sway. The body's motion life's long play. Dance is breath in every way. No words can ever truly say, Dance. Ba-da-dum! ~ Tascheleia Marangoni ~ |
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