Terpsichore

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Terpsichore is the muse of dance.

Terpsichore

Brilliant Muse,
Uniting heart, soul, mind
with body,
Atop the mountains
in the sky
Flowing to the streams and ocean
out of time.
Reach higher from the depth.
Memory is remembered and erased.
Pain is dead.
Create anew
as you wish.
In the moment --
you and the Universe.

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Poetry is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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