Zywa Dancing as I am

Speaking with hands and feet

with fists rain and furious storm

composing in passwords who I am

arm blows stamping no thinking



about who I am and if you fight with me

when there is a gale in our blood

you too are crying yourself free while you dance

my soul connected with your heart



heaven found each other's hands

our steps follow the sun

my whole body understands

who I am, feels what is moving me

Poem 1802
Amsterdam, 2018-08-06

Collection: The drama 
Keyword: Identity:  
Dedicated to: Madelief dK 
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