Dance
The movements are unknown and sudden
Like a river flow of the unforgotten
Dance is a rush of expression
Without reason but full of passion
Dance is the haven no one knows
Except those who know the secret
The secret of success and dreams
The secret of love and means
Dance has no form or interpretation
It lends itself to true confession
It is easily criticized
But never truly understood
With beautiful movement
Lend yourself to the flow
Only then will you truly
Be set free in a river of gold
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