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Brazilian Soul
Our hearts dance,
in the face of breathing heat.
Our fingers like twine,
grasping the breeze.
A fierce beat, alive.
Inviting me to come.
Beckoning.
Washing in the wave of magic,
rising from the depths.
I hear the music.
The drums.
The rhythm.
The primal tap,
of song and dance.
Our secret.
The crowd roars at our performance.
A festival,
in each moment.
We offer it to the world.
And bathe in applause.
There,
your eyes meet mine.
At the door to a dream.
Your hair like a creature of the sea.
Flowing, pulsing, translucent.
In a grassy field on a summers day,
you and I dance,
Brazilian Soul.
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