A ballerina gets stuck in her shoes
She stumbles and falls mesmerized
Noone around, she was practicing
Her scream could be heard by far
Cracking the mirror in thousands
Her legs couldn't move only crawl
The dawn is drawn in fine glimpses
The sun rays reflect the mirror pieces
She closes her eyes in settled agony
Trying to imagine a blissful moment
To ease the pain and seek for help
All of a sudden she dances freely
On a purple bright, enormous Iris
She melts with the flower and sings
The inner peace surrounds her voice
She's no longer laying on broken glass
Her body can feel a real gently relaxation
The ballerina embraced the calm of the realm
That white lilies, irises and orchids melts
Into a marvelous painting of her's living a dream.
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