Dance therapy

I used to be a pink flamingo,
Moonlight sonata been my berth
But sweeping hands
Have grabbed me down
And both feet have felt the Earth.
I saw my rope in the sky,
But dance returned me to the ground,
To feel my body and my breath,
To the beginning of the clouds
To watch civilization's birth
And keep my eyes on life around
To catch bright paints
Before the tomb...

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