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Music Moves Through Her

her world is a song

a rumble, a roar

she'll find a cadence

no matter the source

a bang and a stomp

or the sound of the rain

origin unimportant

her heartbeat entrains

her bones catch the beat

the movement, the flow

is she taken away

or has she come home?

as the music moves through her

her frame finds the dance

she steps into the rhythm

her bright soul expands

she fills the space

it's why she was made

embodied embrace

of sound, of grace

#Motherhood #Childhood #Poetry #Music #Dance #Song #Freedom

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