You're dancing,
Having raised your arms up.
Give up to a wind.
A wind of your feelings.
Your loose hair
Is like a fire.
Your loose soul
Becomes your body.
All I want
Is to see your soul.
Show me it.
Dance!
Dancing is destroying
Your body
So that I can see a soul,
You as you are.
Dancing is stripping.
Throw your past away.
All you are now
Is a wild dance.
Dancing is dying.
A new birth.
When you're dancing
You become yourself.
You are dancing...
© Copyright: Гемусов Дмитрий, 2018
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