I can't stop the pen from dancing when it recognizes the tune of my heart.

The sun kisses my cheeks and the moon whispers to me the philosophies of the stars, the inquiries of mockingbirds, and the bedtime stories of the katydids...

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Words

There's nothing that I can use more to express myself,
than words...
even dancing is the dialogue of my soul.
Each step, each sweep of the arms
is a phrase of my heart.

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