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That Ballet
Can she be in that one place?
The place were she can see that beautiful grace,
She can beleive thats everything is okay
In that soft and slow ballet.
The flowers land on her feet,
Though, she still dances to the beat.
Petals then fill the air,
But she has choosen despir.
She will never be okay.
Because of that ballet
The place were she can see that beautiful grace,
She can beleive thats everything is okay
In that soft and slow ballet.
The flowers land on her feet,
Though, she still dances to the beat.
Petals then fill the air,
But she has choosen despir.
She will never be okay.
Because of that ballet
Published 16th May 2011
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29th Jan 2012 3:16am
In ballet a complicated story is impossible to tell... we can't dance synonyms. I thought this poem was wrote with pain and remorse but beautifully wrote. Kudos my friend
Anonymous
19th Oct 2012 5:20am
Agree with Atro! A delicate and beautiful piece.
