My Happy PlaceA Poem by MirabellaI look through the curtains I see dancers - Sliding, twirling, leaping, Flying.
The song fades away The dancers leave I hear a familiar tune The next song, the next dance We take the stage.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Counts, music and movement A lot of feeling Together that makes the perfect dance
The music stops The crowd goes wild Smiling, I stand on the stage, watching I think I’ve found my happy place
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StatsAuthorMirabellaCape Town, South AfricaAboutWho am I? I'm a 18-year-old girl. I dance. I write. I draw. I surf. I dream. And most importantly, I LOVE. I believe that it is the purpose of life: To love all people, by making this (empt.. more..Writing
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