Finesse
She strikes me with the way she walks
Her head held high and shoulders straight
A rhythmic smoothness in her step
The swing of arms matching her gait.
You might assume that she could be
A model trained to catch the eye;
Instead, she lives the dream of dance
This joy to life she won’t deny!
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