By deevaa - davenaa@yahoo.com
Date: 21 October 1998
The dancer
The music fills the dancers soul,
her words become whispers,
her sighs become dreams,
The touch of an unseen hand,
the gasp of an unheard voice,
the want becomes a need,
her dream becomes the dance.
by deevaa '98
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