Waltz – Austria
His wavy brown hair showering over me,
The grip of his hands surrounding my waist
Love and happiness of which is what I can only taste
He lifted me up in the air where the trees embraced.
Where the birds had raced
And the prey of eagles were chased.
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We slowly rose and fell onto the ground
His hand overlapped on mine
The connection between our fierce eyes
The feeling of what we could call divine
Where the butterflies tickle away through my spine
And the stars are what we over shine.
Ballet – Russia
The tip of my toes is what was touching the floor
As the lights beamed over me and the audience cheered
My rapid heartbeats was the only thing I was able to hear
As I began to dance, the grip of my body started to disappear
My leaps were like the ones of the deer
What I’ve been training for, for the past years.
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Just before embracing the solid finish of my combo
I melted to create a releve of which could help me rise
The joints of my ankle twisted as the cheering of my audience dies
The sound of all the birds chirping disappeared in the sky
As what my ankle needs now is a pack of cold ice
The pain was as terrible as a day without any sunrise.
Salsa – Cuba
The beat was as fast as lightning striking through a village
Our feet starting parallel to each other, creating high tension
The details embedded on our dresses of which caught so much attention
Trying to keep our minds away from any sort of anxiety or apprehension
The chemistry between us was surreal not to mention
The voice of the audience was completely in suspension.
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The sombrero which stood on top of our heads moved back and forth
As the beats went faster and faster, his hands spun me around and around
Did cartwheels over his head and twirled to roll back down
We moved back and forth, conveying our steps very strong and profound
As the nerves in my body disappeared and the nervousness was drowned
The fierce finish was as sweet as a football teams’ winning touchdown.
Bharatanatyam – India
The beauty of her sari-like costume of which she wore
Where the elegant borders of fabric unraveled around her body
The flowers of which wrapped around her hair like goddess Parvati
The belt contained of bells tightly slid on her ankles creating sounds as sweet as hot tea
As the makeup held a look on her face as fierce and fictitious as the Illuminati
It carried the emotions of the dance of which she danced to gracefully
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The sound of the tabla and trumpet rung through the audience’s ears
As she started her first beat seated on the ground worshipping gods through flowers
Her hands held with crisp and grip as gratitude is what she empowers
The spirit of the dance is what she showers
The audience is who she sustains and overpowers
The choices of her expressions and movements is what we were all able to sweetly devour
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