Dance

Sprinting against the pavement

In my round platform shoes

My legs Fly towards the sky

Like ribbons deplating

The tears in clouds

The haste of my legs

So quick and smooth

My feet, While placed

on the earth,

Are Like butter against the ground

I swirl in infinite circles

Float

 

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