| The Dance  [+ favourites]
Oh how I miss that kiss with bliss.. The way the sweet white cloud dances through my tongue, down my throat and to my lungs... That cool, hollow breeze that lingers on.. telling my body the story of the dance.. Soft gentle feet caress my heart, inside my limbs.. filling every crevace... every inch of my being with the soothing warmth of their dance... The pitter patter of little feet speak to me of kindness, passion, and power. The story of this deep love... They show me my talents and teach me acceptance.. They give me new strength to get through the day and live til tomorrow.. They fill my emptiness and rid me of loneliness.. bringing a new hope.. When the dancer is here my sorrow is gone... The power remains long after the dance.. reminding me of the beauty inside of my soul... Memories of this sweet dance are all i have left... but I'm afraid I've forgotten the story it told... For the dancer, my love, is gone...
"Life isn't about finding yourself; it's about creating yourself."
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