A poem by Isabelle Sorrells

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I asked her to dance

and she declined.

It won’t look pretty

She said.

Although, I could see the longing in her eyes.

I extended a hand and assured her

There is a certain beauty

In doing a thing

Just by being brave enough to do it.

It is made even more a beautiful thing

By doing it because you love it.

We danced the night through

And not an eye missed sight of our delight.

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