Passion (dance)
Every song is a blank canvas,
every note a pristine movement.
My mood handpicks my jesters,
but my passion in my dictator.
My feet stomp the demesne,
but my body is graceful.
I dance with no regrets, never flustered.
The very essence of my passion,
belongs to my heart.
I live my life in a handfull of seconds.
But I'll dance evermore.
poem by Taylor Messer
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