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Audience to a Ballerina

There was a ballerina.
She danced, but the sun set,
Perhaps a little earlier than
What was expected,
So drowsiness settled earlier too.
Not bothering to chance, 
Or leave the studio, she
Gracefully bowed to her
Reflection in the mirror, her
Audience. They adored her,
Her dancing, thought her smile
To be infectious, thought her
Laugh to make hearts melt.
The audience watched as
She sat on the floor and fell
To her side, but they grew 
Tired as well and followed suit.
Her eyes were shut, but not her
Love, thankfully. Not her spirit,
Gratefully. Not her joy, fortunately.

The moon bought a ticket,
A front row seat to a sold-out show,
And watched the beautiful ballerina
Sleep like a peaceful princess.
Only a princess sleeps so happily,
And how few there are in the world.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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