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The Dancer

 

She moves like an Angel with gossamer wings

with all the delights that being from heaven brings

that angelic smile that lights up a room

and her wonderful hearts glow that always lifts the gloom

 

As she dances and twirls around

her dress flowing yet so near the ground

as it rises up her long legs come into view

when the pirouette she tries to do

 

Up on tiptoe she glides around

the audience making no sign of sound

breathtaking maneuvers she makes at will

the scenery behind her quiet and still

 

Pictures of an enchanted forest show

All she wants the people to know

what her dance is all about

without having to sing or shout

 

The stories simple easy to follow

as she dances in sleepy hollow

whether daytime or night time scene

she glides around the floor like she’s in a dream

 

As she skips and jumps and does her turn

young girls in the audience sit mesmerized and yearn

to be just like her a star so bright

and have that moment, a great first night

 

All that training, all that work

never a moment to rest or shirk

if to be that shining star on the stage

you need to start dancing at an early age

 

So much dedication and the heart

to make it through from the very start

the sacrifices’ that she has made

to be at the top, where she has stayed

 

And as she moves with delicate ease

the only sound a muffled sneeze

to see this artiste in full bloom

as she captivates everyone’s heart in the room