Dreaming of poetic youth,
Where we can dance with magical breath,
Cherish every moment that follows next,
Musical escapades in the moonlight,
Burning the midnight oil, Joyous sleeplessness,
We embrace the imagination,
We live in fluid fantasies of happiness.
There is a music
There is a song
There is a beat, we all feel in the bones
Blood rushing through valves unseen ,Hidden under skin. Words gushing from heart to head, head to heart, to hands, to feet, and back.Movement inside usthat feeds and frees us, Oh….
There is a sacred sustenance to the soul.
There is a music
There is a song
There is a beat, we all feel in the bones
Blood rushing through valves unseen ,Hidden under skin. Words gushing from heart to head, head to heart, to hands, to feet, and back.Movement inside usthat feeds and frees us, Oh….
There is a sacred sustenance to the soul.
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