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The Ballet Dance

My feet touch the stage, the music begins

Exhilaration runs through my veins

The song is slow, three four time, my movements match just so

I've been practicing, training, waiting for this

And now I am here and well

Pirouette here, grande pleat there, every move is filled with grace

Soon my partner walks in and lifts me upwards, I reach out to the sky

My head flows backward along with my legs, the music, a lullaby

The judges are watching my every move, every fault, every good, every bad

My toes are pointed in my black pointe shoes, making every movement so tiny

My arms go right, my eyes look up, lights, they keep on shining

My partner comes on again lifting me up, placing me back on the ground

The music is fading, my excitement too

My dance is finished as the curtains lover

The crowd is replaced by a thick sheet of velvet

I can hear the clapping, the whoops and the talk

Then the stage is gone, the lights are replaced with a new coloured haze

Another girl walks in, the curtain is open and the clapping begins to die down

She's extremely good but so was I.

I can win this. And I will.

If I do not that's ok

I'll try, try again next year

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This is a new poetry style for me, so tell me what you think!