Who knew James Brown was a poet?  Not that James Brown, this James Brown.  He’s turned into quite the sensitive guy.  After watching a special on the evolution of modern dance, he writes this:

 

She flies.

All grace, flowing and free.
For a moment she is splendor.
She will always be

a dancer.

 

She flies.

Into his arms, sure and strong.
Together they are elegance.
She will always be

a dancer.


She flies.

Strength, beauty, trust.
One voice, one spirit.
She will always be

a dancer.


She flies.

 

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