My Beautiful Ballerina
I love to watch her move with grace.
Each twirl and whirl always tickles my
face. With the wind under her wings and
the sky above she glides and
sways like a free flying dove. Up and down
and all around, sometimes my emotions can
never be found. I cry, I laugh and even
sigh. If you saw her you'd understand why.
I'm so intrigued of the way she flows while
skipping and jumping and standing on her
toes. I can feel that she is pleased that
when she had the time to play she maturely
decided to stay and fulfill her dream with
the rest of the team and become a beautiful
ballerina.
Rashika Terry Roberts
Copyright ©2004 Rashika Terry Roberts
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