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Then She Danced

She sat in the corner of the room

Awkward; hair tied up in a bun

Head buried in a book

Her face caught the sun

Suddenly music blared from the speakers

And then she danced.

She let her hair loose

Her face a myriad of expressions

Her body swayed with élan

Like poetry in motion

She could be anything at that point

The gurgling stream, the steady wind, the shooting star-

All eyes glued to her,

But she was somewhere far…

Far from the reality that crushed her heart,

From the bonds that tore her apart,

From the dreams, time stole-

Dancing made her whole.

The music stopped, face flushed, she tied her hair,

Soon amazed claps filled the air

Slowly she returned to the world of despair.

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