En Pointe
I stand up, toes facing down;
my heels, inches off the ground.
My foot’s arc begins to bend;
the rest of me starts to ascend.
Pulling up, so my nails won’t bleed;
balancing then proceeds.
I travel wide, place pain aside;
I smile and dance with utmost pride.
A dancer then floats onstage
and dances with utmost grace.
Looking up, she feels she’s flying-
It’s gravity that she’s defying.
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Thank you, you are at least on the stage, not on the blade edge. Imagery beautiful. Appearance is bold no doubt. Balancing then proceeds. Wish your long move.......10/10 Regards, pranab