The Ballerina

She stood with pointed feet
and her arms lifted gracefully.
It was a mesmerizing sight:
her light-chocolate brown hair
pulled messily into a bun
and her piercing blue eyes
glowing like spotlights from the stage.
She was beautiful.
Her freckled face and soft hands
hid such strength and willpower.
I could see the precision and focus
in her eyes
and just stared as her body swiftly moved
as if lifted up and down by the breeze.
I sat there in the audience
and watched her dance -
God’s beauty was transformed into
her moves.
The hall was silent as a grave,
awaiting the girl’s next move.
When she finally finished,
the hall erupted in a standing ovation,
and I felt a tear stream down my cheek,
for I knew then that this girl
just danced away with my heart
in the softest and most gentle
of ways.

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