Welder by day,
Dancer at night,
Her body transformed by dancing,
Physical beauty in moving flight.
Pittsburgh Conservatory of Dance,
Her lifelong burning desire,
The gateway to a wonderful new life,
As a professional dancer she'd set the world on fire.
Emerging from the pit of self-doubt,
In her conservatory audition she danced to great acclaim,
She was reborn as a dancer,
Never would her life be the same.
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Author:
FineBul (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Here is my tribute to the film Flashdance my favourite film as a teenager.
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Comments3
Once we find our place in life it will never be the same.
Andy
I have never seen the film.. have heard about it and seen the clips ... in spite of this, I feel that I have a much greater understanding and appreciation of the movie ... now aint that just the power of words eh' .... tis a fine line between ignorance and insight innit ..... thank you for helping this old fella to see ...
Good write Fine.
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