| The Ballerina and The Poet The ballerina dances in the light from an April moon The poet sees the movement in every stroke of her pen She dances with such grace Her gown blowing as if she were in flight Long hair whipping towards the sky I sit at my window looking down in bewilderment Such a beautiful thing to capture I carefully place my words upon the journal Does she know the blossoms from the weeping cherry dance behind her And the Lilys tilt their stems to accompany her slippers She glides across the garden and rests upon the ledge The water holds her image as a mother reflects upon her child Delicate fingers brush the glassy mirror before her She wishes to write and the poet dreams to dance |
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