La Ballerine Violette
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Music of life, she alone, chooses.
Though a host others, think, she loses?
She tourjettes high, above life’s discords,
Leaps to Ravel’s melodious chords.
Loss and pain are her greatest gain.
Gratitude, raises her high above pain.
“Pavane for a Dead Princess”,how it moves her.
Adorned, in purple, in front of her gold, leafed mirror.!
Purple-satin toe shoes, tied around beautiful legs.
Her wish, to dance forever, of God, she begs!
2/2/2023
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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