In every step, a secret they weave,
A tale of dreams they softly leave.
Each motion speaks, a rhythm divine,
A spark of passion, a sacred sign.
The glow of their spirit, the charm in their gaze,
Ignites the night in fiery blaze.
Their feet narrate, their souls align,
A dance of dreams, a poetic design.
Green and black in harmonious flow,
Mystery and beauty in tandem glow.
In their stance, youth's essence dwells,
A story of courage, their movement tells.
With grace they rise, with strength they fall,
In every turn, they give it all.
The dance of passion, bold and free,
A youthful spirit for all to see.
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