Dance
A short poem by me:
Dancing is soaring with your feet on the ground,
Reaching, pulling, jumping up high.
Flowing with the music, light as a feather.
My muscles strain, but my face remains joyful.
Pointing feet, straightening legs, turning out,
Balancing, breathing, leaping...flying.
Balancing, breathing, leaping...flying.
It's what a live for, it's my passion, my joy.
(photo via pinterest)
I've got ballet class tomorrow- Yay! I hope you all have a good Monday,
God bless!
Oh, that was beautiful!! I love to write poems too, the ones I've done are " The Sea Horses" and " The Song of Time" You should get more photos of you practicing ballet:)
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