My dance


Was one thing I never felt,

And never could find,

Until I fell for a dancer.

Each step he took; flawless

Every movement; perfect.

Many, dazed by his performance.

I too, was mesmerized.


To become a dancer who inspires all

With his support and guidance

I became a dancer.

And at last,

I found it.


With every flawless step I took

With every perfect movement

I was happy.

This is my dream

My life

My dance...

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