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The Ballet

"Music Maestro," the music softly plays,
The curtain lifts, the ballet begins,
People sit on the edge of their seats,
Tasting the sweetness of the violins-

The dancers make not a sound,
As their slippers touch the stage,
The audience - still - gazing forward,
So intimately engaged-

The music pitches soft, then loud,
Creating a somber mood,
Cabrioles, jetes, arabesques, plies,
An ambiance of mystery, the dancers all exude.

The dancers paint a canvas,
Gracefully moving, white sylph-like silhouettes,
The "Prima Ballerina Assoluta" twirls,
Executing perfect en-point pirouettes-

This ballet tells the story,
Of how a peasant girl, from a broken heart, dies,
Her last dance - a spectacular performance,
Brings tears to the audience's eyes.

The ballet nears its dramatic ending,
Dancers complete their last port-de-bras,
Spellbinding, flawlessly done,
A standing ovation for them all-

The music stops, the Maestro takes a bow,
The curtain lifts, then falls,
The applause of the audience demands,
A number of curtain calls-

The dancers retreat backstage to celebrate,
This was their "Prima's last dance - she retired today,
Inside, the dancers weep softly,
Outside, people praise the ballet-


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