Dancer

May 22, 2014 at 11:24 pm (philosophy, sociology) ()

When I am a dancer,
I spin like a leaf from a bigger tree,
my arms are reaching branches
and my fingers touch all of the world.
When I am a dancer,
as I arc and rise and stretch and curl,
my mind unravels in ancient places
and my dancing soul is free.

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5 Comments

  1. lly1205 said,

    “my mind unravels in ancient places” I love that!

    Lily

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