Dancer

dance magic

Twirl, twist, leap
the dancer flies with grace
building shapes with arms and legs
moving, creating forms
that delight and promise.

In my heart
I am a dancer
though my legs would disagree
I leap, twirl, light as air
at least in my fantasy.

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