Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
They twirl and sway, a gentle show,
The dance, a language all its own,
In every step, a story’s sown.

The rhythm pulses through the night,
With every beat, a burst of light,
Their bodies speak in fluid grace,
Embracing time and endless space.

Each motion breathes a silent word,
In whispers felt, yet never heard,
The dance, a bridge from heart to heart,
A timeless art that sets apart.

In every leap and gentle bend,
The boundaries of the world transcend,
For in the dance, they’re truly free,
To be themselves in unity.