A dancer she was born
Five hours in the summer day
A child of the dawn
A dancer she was raised
She learned the pain that ate her legs
The pain that dancing made
A dancer she forgot
Her dancing shoes she hid away
The times that she gave up
A dancer in her heart
The urge to move she can't ignore
The end in every start
A dancer she was called
But she refused to see the form
her mirror would unfold
A dancer in her soul
With every swinging step she searched
for what would make her whole
A dancer's broken feet
Like eagles trapped in broken wings
A heart without a beat
A dancer's fighting will
Unstoppable by any wrong
Her body's moving still
She lives a dancer's life
The power to ignore the pain
and don't give up the fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice poem amanda