Her Ballet Shoes Poem by Alona Anna

she stomps her delicate foot in the ground
as she lids up the sparkling rays of light beneath her shoes
she jumps around like a carefree soul
attracting young and adult
as they stare at hear in awe
she lids up the daily spirit of the elders as they go on with their day
now all grown up
the shoes lost its charm
it no longer fits her anymore
she loses her interest in it
as it now stays worn out and left unused