Angel of Sarkisova

Angel of Sarkisova has me in a trance An ascendant of grace Twirling, Wirling, perfection the art of balance Her body moves, harmonized with the melody As I gaze my attention is direct I'm witnessing a sensation The audience is in merriment The notes of a wondrous tune becomes dramatic Now her elegance is highlighted Swaying in a ballet fashion Admiration for her poise Feeling like time is standing still Laced in a passion of cavort Sparkling brightly with pleasure This is her moment No one can take it away Unleashing a series of movements in a particular sequence Her form is so lively She conveys a story with every step A story of emotions to behold As the finale unfolds, she takes her bow Nothing left but cheers and the closing of the curtains