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.
“In the silence of night I have often wished for just a few words of love from one man, rather than the applause of thousands of people.” -- Judy Garland
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