Dance

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Breathe in... Breathe out...
Breathe in. 
Breathe out.
The lights turn on in a flash electricity, illuminating the anticipation of the audience.
And suddenly, the music starts; beating out like a rhythmic heart.
I know it's time.
My body steps onto the stage, and the sequence runs through my mind. 
I stretch and turn, run and leap.
The music beats in my mind. 
1, 2, 3, 4. 
1, 2, 3, 4.
I picture a golden sunset, changing into a full moon, rising in the shining stars.
I remember the thunder, the lightning and the rain.
The music beats in my ears, drumming in my mind.
Dance is dreaming, dance is art. The stage is my canvas.
Dance is a moving poetry.

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