Her Weight Of Dance
Her_Weight_Of_Dance
Her moves are close in heart they value each beat of the hymn sound of music
She breeds in her own world where each and every step is a formation of a choreo
She invented heaven on her own path of life with all kinds of extortive feelings
Her story
Only she can portray it, by sewing deep within to touch those veins that have sacrate scarce. Her only resource through those painful wounds is just dance. The stage is her own world where she created her own peace with her pace.
Where she hugs herself a million times when she is vulnerable, just to shake off her fears and invite relief in her space.
Her happy place where she knows everything she does count the emotional depth of her becoming a better version of her. She is not seeking help or shaken by hurt, she describes her lucrative feeling where it started till where it ended.
Her demonstration captures a moving bird to forget to flop as rare as it sounds,
The rain to fear falling down
The air to forge respiration
While her mood moves in, preying in like an aphrodisiac, leaving one with the motion of inspiration. Her movement purges the forgotten eyes to see her body with words and all.
The music behind
It's just a luxury, to chase her storyline
Her reflection between the ocean and the image of the moon is flawlessly stamped in the sea.
Her mission is to accomplish souls that are lost in pain not to be forgotten in the vein yards of hardship.
By just her posture of entrance she grasps a soul demanding light by dance.
Ashleigh Ngoqo
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