A Room To Waltz

A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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Windows for walls,

Curtains of red to blanket buildings,

And wide wooden floors that speak for every step.

Here, even in the absence of music,

I will never be able to conquer the urge –

The irresistible call –

To waltz,

To salsa,

To swing.

Even if I don’t know how.

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