Flamenco

They learned to dance together;
awkwardly at first, memorizing motion.
Striving for precision, and form, and position.
Exactness of movement, a testament to devotion.

Only when the mind is sure,
can the body act without hesitation.
Only when lessons have been learned
is the heart free to release expression. 

Now they dance as one.
Inseparable from the music, they truly are.
Some admire, some envy, and some adore
my fingers dancing on the strings of a guitar.

The End

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