The
Ballerina Reflecting
Your
thought flies away
Right
now she's reflecting on life off stage
In
life without action and color
In
life that seems little like an essay
Where
everything happens
And
where everything can make sense
Both
for success and failure.
Will
it be possible to rerun
That
perfect step
In
a variant form
The
chance you always believed you had?
The
dancer goes thinking about every detail
From
Tchaikovsky's “Swan Lake” presentation.
Although
by tiredness
Your
little silver shoes
That
adorn your majestic feet
They
deserve a break now
For
the glow that was the night !!
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