Living Poetry

my first dance

awkward glance

fumbling, stepping on toes

blushing, my face glows

hesitantly learning to trust

relax, spin and thrust

flowing with the music of life

letting go of struggle, pain and strife

is god moving me

or am I moving thee

who cares, I dance with glee

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