Into this, the beauty held itself,
The dance in her breast spread in all spaces,
Life came into this, corners curled, kneaded gently, hearts became the hands.
So much so for what was fear, she walked through it, into this.
Haven't we heard this before, the feet can dance, the wings can fly, songs written from dreams and pains, life came into this.
I think of you, of strength, of your pieces that made the hands pump and eyes look up.
Into this.the rains will come, into this the flames will fan the passion, into this...
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