Dance is the Cipher of Vigor

 

Wind blows eternal ripples spread across each curvy river

Reveling in the moment is a passionate moth’s last prayer

Change is the sign of life hidden in every blooming flower

Earth to dust hence spirits dance back to their true nature

 
Once mortals agree upon how dance is the cipher of vigor

All there is left to know is a way to advise it to one’s soul

Which is made of pure energy and shall apace fall in love

The moment its body and consciousness ceased to move

 

Fly

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