Lost Ballerina Poem by Singleton M. Tate

Dancing in the twilight,
Moving to a beat,
Sailing through the atmosphere,
Without moving her feet...

Refined from conception,
Delicate and rare,
Crowned with a precious gift,
So radiant and fair...

Silk woven shoes,
Gown of jeweled lace,
Pearls kissed the hem,
As stars gazed upon her face...

Her elegance cast a silhouette,
That beautifies the world,
She's the Lost Ballerina,
The fantasy of some little girl...


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