. The music filled the air when ballerina posed with dexterity and poise. Then she moved in grace. The silk ribbon on her shoes tied the knots of her soul and body together. She dreamed, she danced in an ethereal way. The beauty when she cavorts is ineffable. Her satin and mesh skirt cascades down with opulent virtue. Her exquisite legs moved on the intricate tune making her knees and joints weak, still she chose to dance and dream and to stand on on the stage with self-esteem. She bled everytime her toes moved, she cried silent tears after seeing every drop of blood and bruises. Yet, she don't abandon. Our ballerina is a soldier with pride and pain. Whenever the defeat trimuphs, I keep folorn hopes, I remind myself of the ballet and the ballerina, with bleeding toes and dainty pose. ~ Diya
The tiny tintinnabulation of classical music, She outstretched her arms to awake the sleeping heaven, Pointed feet and her floating body Like the puppet, she dances with invisible strings. Behind the curtains on her toes, The ballerina stood in a dainty pose, Grace and glory, her perfect accessories One more pirouette, her perfection increased.