Dainty Ballerina

In silken shoes, she twirls upon the stage, A whisper of the wind, so light, so free, Her movements paint the air, a soft engage, With every leap, she writes a symphony. Dainty as petals kissed by morning dew, Delicate lines drawn in the evening light, A fleeting dream, with every turn she flew, A fleeting glimpse of heaven, pure delight. Her heart beats strong beneath the gauzy veil, Grace woven through each arch and pointed toe, In every spin, the world begins to pale, And time suspends, as if it longs to know. A ballerina, in her art, she’s bound, In graceful dance, true beauty can be found.