The Dance Recital

He watched, as my nimble feet moved gracefully on the dance floor, never budging from his chair. Was he interested in ballet?

After the performance, I got a standing ovation.

He told me, “Did you know your legs traced a perfect circle in the pirouette?”

Another theory..? Why did I have to marry a scientist?

Poetry & writing to me are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

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  1. Wow…this is really, really a very cute post! How could you easily write one as interesting and as unique as this? A beautiful mind, maybe… :)Hmmm…if I were younger, I would not have second thoughts marrying a scientist whose exemplary in scientific calculations…:)He'd be able to calculate what's wrong with my pout, that crease on my forehead, etc… 🙂

  2. @Komal, thanks!@Zoux, thank u! 😀 they do think different!@Tim, thanks! @Andy, thanks! @Gemma, 😀 is that bridging truly gonna happen soon?@Angel, yeah.. i kno! :D@EWO, yep. u told me once! ;)@Thom, thank u ;)@Amity, donno.. maybe! 😉

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