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My Dance.

I run across the distances,

And I find them all.

I dance, I sing,

I do a twist in a whirl.

When asked-“Why do you dance?”

I replied-“Oh! It’s my whim,

Which talks to me.”

I am jubilant,

I am worthwhile,

Just give me a chance,

And I will show you my true spirit,

And make you visible to yourself,

While, you thank me,

I bow my head,

With pride and I asking you humbly,

“Sir/ Ma’am, can you watch me dance for a while?

It’s my bread,

My life,

My friend,

My God,

It’s all in all,

And without it,

I can’t stand any tall.”

Adios!

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