There’s a song inside of me
waiting to burst free
if I could make myself
sit down and breathe
maybe it would come to me.
I wonder what this song will be?
Will it be a tale of wonder
Or one of despair and loneliness
Perhaps it’ll touch on some love,
A celebration of beauty and romance?
Will it uplift, will it drown
But first
Will it just come to me?
I have opened the door, pen at the ready
Won’t you come in now?
Oh! This verse is taking too long.
How long can I wait without this song?
But hark, listen, here it comes,
‘Oh my dear, dance, dance to
this song. Forget the pen. Get up and dance.
Hum this song…feel…sway…
For this is not to be written down
But felt in the heart, the limbs.
Oh but sweetness, stop the questions,
You must, we insist, get up and dance.’
tales of Suchita 
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