Dancer twirling upon the stage,
you bring to life the stories written on a page.
For years I have watched you,
grow and mature,
push your body to the limits and the pain you endure.
Your perfection and connection with the music I admire,
you can dance the day away,
you never slow,
you never tire.
And finally you stop,
as the moon climbs overhead,
wriggling your sore toes
as you climb into bed.
Only yet to discover,
what tomorrow has in store,
you dream the night away...
as your audience yell ENCORE! ! !
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