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Ode to Pina Leaves aswirl I have seen them coming In a myriad colors, Breeze all light Carrying and

hurtling patterns No human hand could devise And I am reminded Dance, dance, otherwise we are lost Where music aspires And words fade towards meaning Where movement solely Can re-engage the mystery Of the unspeakable An unbreakable bond Between the intention And its promise, its immanence Sculpted in all too human movement Eyes drinking it all in No choice but to risk An ultimate awakening

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