Belly Dancers Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Belly Dancers



Twisting, turning, searing images into those watching,
filling grey matter with timing of rhythms.

Balancing swords upon a head, dancing while doing so,
not losing a single step.

Slowly, bending backwards, going to the floor, never
losing balance, rhythmically flowing with the beats
in every measure.

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