'The Dance'
Sam Worboys
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When I see the dance begin,
The music flows as the dance floor  rumbles.
Contenders take their places,
As the music seeps through the room.
 
I sit to watch the dancers parade,
Feeling, knowing the rhythm.
Their understanding conquers their fear.
They see the notes as the musician strums.
 
And so I join the feast that is the dance.
The dance of the night.

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