I dance in the evening with wild abandon
when there is no one around.
I dance to the music I hear in my head
barefoot on the ground.
I dance in my dreams like a ballerina
and never miss a step.
I twist, I spin and leap in the air
and it feels so heavenly.
But when the evening is over
and I awaken from sleep at night
I plod through the day with heavy feet,
never with feet so light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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