In the twilight’s gentle embrace,
Where shadows and light entwine,
Dancers weave stories with their grace,
Each step a verse, each movement a sign.

The floor becomes a canvas wide,
Painted with passion, joy, and tears,
In every spin, in every glide,
They echo dreams, they conquer fears.

Through the rhythm of the heart’s beat,
They speak in a language pure,
In every lift, in every feat,
They find in dance their only cure.

As music flows through every vein,
The world around them fades away,
In dance, they find both joy and pain,
A timeless art, where souls can play.