The Music Box
The dancer dances like a swan in flight
The Music Box
A ballerina spins in a box,
Her feet as soft as whispered talks.
With every turn, she finds her grace,
In quiet moves, she fills the space.
The music hums, a steady beat,
Her heart in time, her steps repeat.
A world confined, yet free she seems,
A dancer lost inside her dreams.
Her eyes are closed, her body sways,
A moment’s peace within the maze.
No walls, no bounds, just endless flight,
She dances deep into the night.
The box is small, the world is wide,
But in this space, she can’t collide.
A perfect rhythm, calm and clear,
She knows her path, she feels no fear.
The notes grow soft, the tempo slow,
Her movements drift, a gentle flow.
Each step a story, each turn a song,
In silence, where she can belong.
And when the music fades away,
The ballerina stops to for today.
A stillness fills the quiet room,
No more dance, till the key turns again.
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