Taylor Messer

Passion (Dance)

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.

Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 7, 2010

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  • Booklover Tv Lounger (3/7/2010 1:05:00 AM)

    I like how you mixed dancing with art and emotion. Great job! Keep it up

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