Storytellers

The stage was where the dancers blossomed
in a shower of rose petals
such simple and resplendent metamorphoses.

The stage was where the dancers overcame
nightmare stories
filled with disconnects and puzzlements.

The stage is where the dancers see
that dance is a triumph of art
over barbarity.

The stage is where the dancers see
that a simple story is all they need
to begin as refugees in a galaxy far, far away
and become kings
with bent knees, flexed wrists and elegantly curved fingers.

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