Beneath the moon’s soft, silver glow,
Feet tapping in a timeless row,
Hands entwined, hearts beat as one,
Folk dance, where joy has just begun.

Colors swirl in vibrant arcs,
Voices rise, igniting sparks,
A tapestry of ancient lore,
We dance the steps of those before.

In every leap, in every turn,
Stories of ages, we discern,
Tradition’s thread, woven tight,
Unites us all in shared delight.

Through dance, we bridge the years,
Banish doubts, dispel our fears,
In rhythm’s embrace, we find our place,
A timeless dance, a sacred space.