Written by: Marissa

And when my body acquires strength,

And my image becomes complete,

I will come to you in dancing strides,

Showcasing a heroes’ feat.

I will twirl to only your music,

Celestial choirs of freedom within,

A dance created purely from grace,

As a choreographer eager to begin *

Will the Source  be my teacher?

As I spin to the ethereal song?

No my dear, now you shall see,

You were the maestro all along.


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