Lene FogelbergDancing is like poetry written by our bodies: our outstretched arms our words of longing.
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Some people say that dancing is like poetry. Poetry is meant to be read, not danced. Dancing is meant to be seen, not read. But, this doesn’t stop dancers from trying to make poetry of it.
They dance instead of expressing their love through writing poetry. And, the result is something that can only be described as poetry written by our bodies.
Source: Beautiful Affliction
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