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Prima Ballerina
Like a morning flower unfurling in beauty
One ballerina blooms in a graceful ballet
Of Shadows and light she flows in a delicate pastel dream yearning to greet her lover upon a wind stuck ridge of destiny
She leaps into flight as the setting sun calls the whispering wind to lead her through the
warm Summer night
Topaz blue slowly fades to violet lashes of ruby red wisps and golden silver blooms
Lost in a starlit fantasy she slowly spins to a garden of silken rose
Lying motionless upon a bed of wild baby's breath
The curtain falls upon a misty dream
Copyright ©
Rick Parise
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