They up their toes and frolic in the rhythm
I up my eyes and groove in the forest of letters
They swirl on their feet and jump high in the air
My eyes do that while grazing the leafs full of words
Their heart knows melodies
Mine knows the art to weave words that blend these melodies
They are graceful with their moves
We are the one with gracing moves
Their eyes light up when the music reaches their ears
Ours sparkle as a thought strikes through our heart
I write, they dance
I knit, they prance
They are sullen and so are we
There is hardly any difference in a dancer and me
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