21 Mar 2007, 2:22 pm / Full of life
Life's Beautiful Rain Her body Rigid and stiff The music of her mind Moving her She began her routine Planned, repeated But she strayed Letting her body take her, control her She swayed across the floor Creating her own truth Her own reality She closed her eyes And transcended into a world of peace She let her emotions, her past Become written upon the wooden floor Her life story carved with her feet She let her body relax more and more No more pirouettes, no more battus Just her soul It felt so good to be her To express who she was, who she wanted to be Life was dance Nothing more. Just dance, as she let the tears come The symbol of hardship and reality Her way to let go, to be apart of this universe The power that she created Her power, from her movement This was not anyone else’s She leaped Gapping the distance between her mind and her soul Nothing existed anymore But everything was more real than it ever had been before She changed beats Slowing her down She rolled back her shoulders Breathing deeply as she sang her song With her body. There was passion in her eyes Passion that does not exist anymore
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