Dreaming in Motion

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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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Billingual writer/music lover/tarot reader/Interested in the mysteries of the human mind misspatypixie@outlook.com

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