Dance Love
No matter who you are or where you were born
dancing connect us in joy or to mourn.
No matter what you have been through or what you have seen
dancing is an in between.
You can scream without words,
you can cry without tears,
but in the end all in conquered,
even your fears.
You can stand on your own,
you can look in the mirror,
and at the end of the day,
you are your own hero.
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