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Memoirs of a Ballerina
The tempoed, palpitations of my tender, young girl’s heart.
As the velvet, thick stage curtains swished opened and did part.
The pin-drop stillness as we took our graceful, poised posititions.
Dance, of course, our first love and our life’s grand ambition.
Bejewlled heads, so gracefully bowed to the shining, wooden floor,
Fuschia ballet shoes, pointed with grace at our families and the auditorium’s wecoming door.
Debussy’s haunting music began, “ The Afternoon of a Fawn”~
We rose with grace and whirled with applause, warm as August’s loving sun.
1/10/2024
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Panagiota Romios
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