Ballerina
By Channa
Her hair pulled away from her face she is a vision of beauty and grace Poise and confidence are her virtues Light and music will be her cues On her toes she slowly rise She is going after the prize Gown and dancer are now one she cannot stop, she must go on as she dances to the musical sound her feet are steady, not out of bound her small frame fills the stage music and dancer are engaged she respond to the soft whisper of the mournful violin calling her she is captaviting her audience hypnotizing them, they're in a trance she is enveloped in confidence she then bows from her preformance as the music hit the last bar she is proud she's came this far yet tears fills her eyes from sharp pain this is the prize, this is her gain her small toes encassed in tight satin feels like needles as she slips behind the curtains. Written October 12th, 2001 © on Oct 12 2001 04:03 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Her hair pulled away from her face..."