28/04/13
The room is quiet,
dark and still
There is no sound
or movement until
A small girl
enters in dancing attire
She looks so
somber but in her heart there’s a fire
A dream to succeed
and so practice she will
As the moon shines
down lighting every lace, every frill
She comes in the
dark and the comfort of night
For in the day she’s
criticized, try as she might
The others are
arrogant and coated in tan
She works the
hardest doing all that she can
Her feet sweep the
floor in a majestic fashion
A floating perfection,
the result of her passion
In the dark of the
night her true colours show
An effortless plié,
but no one will know
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