Ophelia Clark

No Greater Grace

Follow the mazes of a ballerina
You'll find no greater grace on Earth
Her toes are fragile glass
Her hands, fluid as water
Changing, changing, changing with the waves of her motions
Her legs are powerful, yet dainty and soft
Like the petals of a flower
Her arms as stunning as eagle's wings
As they guide her where to fly, fly, fly

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