her name was Velkova.
Twenty years old, she was a beautiful woman.
A lady who lept.
It was said that her hands had their own soul.
Expressions shown to the most extreme, the most heartbreaking.
Each fingertip bends into frowns and smiles.
She was a phoenix, burning so bright.
Spinning faster, jumping higher, Velkova was bursting.
Her talent, her grace, needed to be global.
One stage, ten thousand eyes.
Velkova told stories and moved heaven into the spins and twirls of her ballet, sending tiny fragments of her talent, her grace into us all.
A stick of dynamite that was meant to be a slow-burning candle.
Velkova dances still in front of the Gods.
They sit there to this day, still enchanted.
About the Creator
Holly
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