I Milla move, I Milla sway,
I change, I grow from day to day.
There’s stories here untold and known,
There’s shades and colours, blends and lone.
And all I show is what I am,
And all I say is how I stand.
My see, my hear, my life lived out,
Not ill intentioned is my shout.
Just my life as felt by me,
Just my dance for you to see.
Summing up in poem…
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