the very routine of her movements made her beautiful
the rhythmic step and breath with which she moved kept her free
flowing,
always growing
watching in anticipation for the next space in which she'd find her feet
he said he could see the melody to which she moved
syncopated breath in time with an unheard beat
featuring these are the moments of my life
to exhibit with delight the process of her play
faces fade as strong hearts beat
and her feet keep shuffling free
dancing along a moment at a time
words tripping over tongue
like rocks are the wait of a waterfall
wonderful these prismatic lyrics seen running through her head
dread and strife are cyphened away
and the interplay of air and lung
sets her free
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