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She Was a Dancer On Fire

She was a quintessential dancer on fire The audience was leaping with her Cobalt blues swirled in my head with each leap She was an honest dancer with spirit Bronze skin shimmering Taunt muscles at the ready, I was a dancer! She was a story-telling actress Goldenrod glistened on her brow Peach dancing shoes pirouetted prettily I tasted lemon and raspberry as she twirled Trying to follow her around the stage Feeling colorful, beautiful and young again myself.

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Gershon Wolf

Date: 3/7/2022 9:04:00 PM

Funny how that works, isn't it? Our mind takes over our bodies, and it/they think that anything is possible... Happens in dreams too... I wake up not infrequently thinking that I can run and jump again... Would you believe walk down the stairs normally? ~ Agent 86

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/8/2022 2:22:00 AM

I do believe in our dreams we are invincible and convinceable.

L Milton Hankins

Date: 3/7/2022 10:03:00 AM

I think that's part of the beauty of dance...the audience can dream along as your last line says.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 3/7/2022 10:20:00 AM

I think so too