Dance dance *

With music she went into a flow
Steps her she with beats matched,
The fan in her hand she had held
And with that she when lunged
Forward or slightly moved back,
In her she held how a poem intact.

(*Note: upon a painting loosely based as attached, done by Pino Deani, courtesy: Musica Pittura e Dintorni, Alex Artista)

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