She Dances
My little ballerina, She dances and spins with hands over her head,
With no leotard, no tutu, no hair ribbon, and no ballet slippers,
Beyond her shoulders, she peers, a beautiful lake under the mountains,
She dances with joy on the shores, with wind unfurling her hair,
No swans, no prince, no villains, no curses, just pure sweet innocence,
Looking back, she glances, she poses, in the mirror with her beautiful smile, a magical moment for me.
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