Dance of Tears
She tiptoes on the brink of lost love,
Her world declining open emotion
While an orchestra echoes her sorrow--
Alone, the ballet dancer curls
Not a bright face appears-- just teardrops
As the crowd stands in pealed ovation.
Contest Brian Strand 263
17 Jan 2017
Copyright © Ashley Conte | Year Posted 2017
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