
the prancer
A boy prances on the theatre stage
His pirouettes piqued my next mind's page
His pretty face sets my eyes to him
It takes such might to unglue them
He turns, and twists and jumps so high
At moment's notice I begin to cry
And watch him, closely, I am still
Feeling strongly as my heart fills
With love and kind, joy and heart
I'd never known such an art
To see it more I wished so strongly
I said, oh now, I belong to thee
The art he shows
The way he'll prance
When all he knows
Is the way of dance
This poem is about:
Our world
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