A poem..of a dancing ballerina.
As a slowly rising sympathy of soothing sounds,
the hush of humans is heard all around.
The heavy red velvet curtain begins to lift,
the golden embroidered tassels begin to swish.
Rising up finely to reveal,
a single ballerina with a stance that is beyond genteel.
She moves with a gentle grace,
her costume made from blue ice lace,
her strong limbs work in time as the music sets the pace.
She glides on her bound feet,
heading for a spectacular leap,
once again her feet and the ground meet.
Her elegant arms hold a pose,
as she stands motionless on the tops of her toes,
the music sets a faster pace as she resembles a wilting flower of dying woes.
The slowly falling sympathy of soothing sounds,
are drowned out by the roar of humans,
that can be heard all around.
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