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
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