The Dancer

T H E   D A N C E R


I met an artist,
now my days are 
painted in lavender,
every hour a different hue


I dream in watercolor
dance in blurred tones
with each stroke I glide
moved by inspiration


I am his vision, his dancer
his impression of beauty
this canvas my stage
as I perform for you.

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  1. lovely topic & interesting one πŸŽ€πŸ˜˜

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  2. Wonderful dr πŸ‘πŸ˜˜πŸ˜˜

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  3. Dance is our life πŸ₯°❤️‍πŸ”₯❣️

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  4. dancing is my life 😍😍😍

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