~The White Swan~

Remembering her glorious ballerina days
Tear jerking memories
Dancing gracefully in her innermost thoughts
Once upon a time she built a throne
Inside the hearts of few
Touched by her majestic silhouette view
She lifted her soul
While she whispered a prayer
Like a lovely butterfly
Summoned by the breeze
To take a leap into the sky
And fall right into place
A portrait of sublimity
Of her ballerina way
To point a toe and count every star
Off to the stage
She let her spirit free from care
Together with the rhythm
She turned and twirled
Till our heart’s content
Like a doll in her pretty dress
Holding her head high as she takes curtsy and bow
Many years ago
She was that ballerina
The white swan
Floating in her muse’s dreams

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