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
With art..one time
ballet dancer
Will always be...
Craft
indelible
prediction:
dance by
stages of destiny...
own life...!
https://youtu.be/uauwx-cBd0s Swan lake finale - suggested
Mother day what would you be the mirror of or minds
would you shatter like a mirror of our face if the
sticks and stones broke your heart or would all the
kings men put you back again, would you be a
ballerine dance''s in the sky just to say HI. would
you fight on for the women on Mothers DAy or
would you be president, with cuts of glass on
your face and lance our hearts, would all the
creator men but all the people on paradise
back together again.would you roll the dice
even for men, for a mother on mothers day
is for all the presidents and men, soldiers
we need, would you teach to forgive, what
would you do on FAther DAy. no cost from
I and yes yets have FAther DAy also, a
endearment in clouds for spirit of pure
love man s treasure the spirit , the creator
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