Dance


Give me your hand
Let's dance away sorrow
Of the pain that never ends
Let's hit the dance floor
With determination
To forget the past
Let's dance like there is no tomorrow
And believe things will change
They will never repeat
In the same pattern
Let's get lost in the
Sounds of cosmic staccato
For a moment of relief
Let's get drunk with the passion
Hoping the time will heal
The wounds of deeds
We never accomplished
Let's get carried away with the
Winds of change
Believing the next
Morning will never come again

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Ruta Skendeliene was born August 10, 1960 in Gulag, Russia, Komi, Vorkuta, where her father was sent by Stalin for twenty years as a political prisoner. Lithuanian by nationality, she studied theater and philosophy in Lithuania, where she earned her PhD and participated in founding graduate level theater studies at Vytautas Magnus University. The day before September 11, 2001 she came to Chicago as a Fulbright scholar and spent a few years as a visiting lecturer at the University of Chicago and the Art Institute of Chicago. She started writing poetry in 2015.