Though the melody of the music box went out
of tune long ago, the ballerina still dances.
Encapsulated in a circle of mirrors, she twirls and
leaps every night— even without an audience, for that is the price she is willing to pay; to pirouette until the coming dawn.
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Within the Restless Mind: a book of poetry
Poetrya collection of poetry.. written by me.
Ballerina
Though the melody of the music box went out
of tune long ago, the ballerina still dances.
Encapsulated in a circle of mirrors, she twirls and
leaps every night— even without an audience, for that is the price she is willing to pay; to pirouette until the coming dawn.