The prancing ballerina!

When you find the one thing, that binds you yet frees you, defines you but doesn’t overshadow you, loves you and teaches you to love, you never let it go!

The satin, the sash,

The jump, the dash,

The grace, the poise,

Shushing out the noise.


The ballet did invoke,

For her it spoke,

The inner most thought,

All that she sought.


The points, the twirls,

The pirouettes, the swirls,

The applause, the uproar,

The adulation and encore.


She was the master here,

Prancing without fear,

No submissions, no inhibitions,

Portraying her heart’s renditions.


Graciously Yours!



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