The Wooden Ballerina Poem by Peya Jakob

The graceful movements take your breath away,
And her complete perfection will last always.
The intensity of her voice has swept the world off its feet,
And the gentleness of her life has lingered in my soul.And i sit breathless with the world watching her die, watching her dance.
Her intensity is natures art, and i a fool has laid my heart, my life, my soul, for her and her alone.
But she dances on untouched by my gesture, and does not even change her posture.She ignores me totally and moves to another place, as tears streak down her wooden face.