My promise to you -
Watered by many tears,
To grow to fruition,
Dizzy-heights
Then we will lie back, rested.
Hand, in, hand,
Forever.
A.T.
Monday, 22 March 2010
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"There is nothing like art...There is only movement. Force. Creative power...Anguished happiness. Creative power, in whatever form it is released, moves like the dancer's muscles."
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