Every song is a blank canvas,
every note a pristine movement.
My mood handpicks my jesters,
but my passion in my dictator.
My feet stomp the demesne,
but my body is graceful.
I dance with no regrets, never flustered.
The very essence of my passion,
belongs to my heart.
I live my life in a handfull of seconds.
But I'll dance evermore.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like how you mixed dancing with art and emotion. Great job! Keep it up -SJD