the ballerina
Upon the stage, she softly glides,A whisper in the evening tides.Her arms like branches, reaching wide,Grace and strength, in her reside. A turn, a leap, a fleeting trace,Time dissolves in…
Upon the stage, she softly glides,A whisper in the evening tides.Her arms like branches, reaching wide,Grace and strength, in her reside. A turn, a leap, a fleeting trace,Time dissolves in…