Thursday, November 13, 2025

Dancing: Poem

 Dancing

Dancing became a form of praying

Connecting every sound

With body in mind

Dancing like praying

When connecting

With higher power through music.

Legs move intact,

Shoulders and breasts move on track.

Soul opened the lucked fence

And let it go in the dance.

Hands are clapping,

Feet are tapping,

And acknowledging the beautiful life.

She lives her life

Like a prayer.

Tomshinsky@2025

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