The Immortal Dancer

I am a dancer,
But my body is coal.
When I move,
On earth
I leave a scorch.

It never washes.

My gait may widen,
And build a rhythm.
Or be lost in turn.
But the things I write,
Will last as long as time.

Like an immortal dancer.

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(Picture courtesy of Shkolla e Baletit)

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