Ballerina

White lights pouring
the tulle does gleam
sweaty toes and
glossy shoes,
wooden floor beneath

Hands rising,
up in the air
as graceful as they could be
and swirling the air above;
blending in
the scent of,
the sweetest of roses

And oh,
my legs do slip
like butter
on the floor
spanning like compass,
sketching a circle
on the floor
which envies my grace

Jaws drop
eyes pop
audience amazed
a maneuver
interlaced with perfection
a manifestation
of how flaws
embellish grace

ยฉ 2020 | Prerna |

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