Telling her story with silent gesture
A space is modified into structure
A path, a threshold, it is the ritual
The expression and emotion are quite spiritual
Movement and music telling a story
About her passion and all of its glory
As the drums beat with all their thunder
She leaps and lands without a blunder
Twirling and spinning without hesitation
As her heart dwells in the victory of admiration
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem