A Painting Ballerina

I am a story teller, a silent artist

Arms outstretched, a Ballerina

I weave such magic through my steps

Dancing peaks and stormy swirls

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I tell my story without any words

Dazzling and colourful pirouettes

Balancing on point with such grace

I weave my story across the stage

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I choose my music to fill the air

A place all emotion fits as one

Blotches of sadness tinge with anger

To finish with hope; an elegant pose

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Dainty steps on tippy toes edge

Show the raw unfaded truth

Of all the feelings I can paint

From the song inside my heart.