My ballet shoes
My ballet shoes have a name,
undisguised among a multitude.
They dance free all over,
without a name.
My dancing shoes are old,
great enough for the right feet
to keep on dancing.
My ballet shoes only fit my feet to be dancing in the best performance forgotten many years ago.
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