dancing in my room
I am my own audience
lost in the movement
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Some call it red 
Beautiful poem. I’m moved.
Thank you so much. This poem is basically the story of my life so your comment really means a lot.
The only time I dance 🙂
it’s the best time!
Don’t ever stop.
One of the best things to do and expirience in life 😀
i used to dance a lot – in my house, on my own – it seems i have lost the desire.
Ahhh… moving every part of the body with so much passion without having to worry about how you look. Nothing else matters because all you want is to express yourself as you get lost in your internal music.
I agree. It’s one of the best moments of life. Beautifully penned, Taehreh! Glad I visited!