Some people dance through their story
Following the movements of their being
All this time I would watch and worry
That there was something I wasnt seeing
But now my rhythm has been found
And I finally stand a change
I learned to move and follow the sound
And see my steps backward as a part of the dance
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PoetrySelf-written poems about my everyday feelings and thoughts to which some of you might relate.
