Dreaming in Motion
He just started to dance.
Every movement was pure poetry.
Nobody screaming at him.
No bitter words hurting his soul.
Young dreamer reaching the moon.
A beautiful smile lighted his face up.
There was nothing to be afraid of.
He just started to dance.
Every movement was pure poetry.
Nobody screaming at him.
No bitter words hurting his soul.
Young dreamer reaching the moon.
A beautiful smile lighted his face up.
There was nothing to be afraid of.
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Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com
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