In the hush of the velvet night,
Under the spotlight’s gentle light,
There stands a figure, lithe and slight,
A dancer poised for her flight.

With a leap, she breaks the still,
The stage her canvas, at her will.
She twirls and spins with a skill,
A story without words, she begins to spill.

Her body sings a melody sweet,
In rhythm with her heart’s beat.
Every move, every pirouette neat,
A symphony of grace, hard to beat.

She bends and arches, soars and falls,
Her dance a whisper through the halls.
In her movements, she enthalls,
The audience in her magic’s thralls.

Her feet trace patterns on the floor,
Her spirit free, begins to soar.
She dances like never before,
A moment in time, forever to store.

The music fades, the dance ends,
But the echo of her grace extends.
A silent bow, a message she sends,
A tale of passion that transcends.

The graceful dancer takes her leave,
In the applause, a moment to grieve.
For in her dance, she did weave,
A world of dreams, for those who believe.

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        1. I do follow your blog, I read, like and comment when I can. Sometimes a bit slower due to things in my personal life.

        1. I do follow your blog, I read, like and comment when I can. Sometimes a bit slower due to things in my personal life.

        1. Kasia will, don’t worry. She’s not online right now, hence her not replying yet.

        1. Kasia will, don’t worry. She’s not online right now, hence her not replying yet.