Look past intricate movements

Past finely timed steps

Look past tailored dramatics

Past flounces and flairs

Underneath is raw passion

A simplest of forms

With dance as its forefront

A rhythm for all

Every step that we make

Each breath that we take

Is a dance beat to follow

To swing and to glide

Tell me dance is not simple

When past all the jazz

You’ll find dance is like breathing

What’s simpler than that?



The End

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