is freedom
I fly through the air
land on my feet
softly
bounce
into my life
dancing to beyonce
she is my favourite
hope
fills my body
and my soul
but movement
fills my life.
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Bhajans and burning grudges,
Sacred dance
In the woods
In the dark.
As the crowd fell away the music took off.
Using harmony and sounds.
Stripping the songs bare and then building them back up.
Taking each song to its edges but keeping the essence.
And somehow at the same time finding the essence.
The fire dances,
The trees stand tall,
The last song fades into the night,
And there is stillness.
