Tiny Tiptoes
A little wisp of little girl Glides across the stage. To take her place In No Mans Land.
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A little wisp of little girl Glides across the stage. To take her place In No Mans Land.
Hearing the notes bounce off from the walls and the floors, she got on her toes and spun. Her hair in a high ponytail and her fringe loose.
Once she was a ballet girl, And skater boys were it, She thought she knew society, She thought it gave a shit.
'Twas the day after Nutcracker, And we were all glum. Not a creature was dancing, Not even a 'plum. The skirts had been hung In the dressing rooms that day, In the hope that Ms.
Tickets for the ballet and a beautiful new dress. Champagne and lobster, and I felt just like a princess. Such a beautiful performance the dancers excelled.
A beloved God father gave a girl a magical toy, From a nutcracker he made her a little soldier boy.
The ballerina takes one final gaze in the looking glass. In the dim, flickering bulbs that frame her mirror, her skin is silvery and shimmers like a fish.
She was a dancer. Her costume vivid green with a hint of gold. Tonight was opening night. And she the starring role. Tatiana, Queen of the Fairies. Comes to life as she gracefully moves.
#youngwritershousehold A tip of my toe, Is as simple as can be, Breathing gently, And very slowly. A raise of an arm, Maybe the other, Come on over, Let's dance forever.
#Youngwritershousehold Two elegant arms, Held above her head. She dances to the music, And the tears that are shed. Focused on her dream, She flies across the floor.
#youngwritershousehold Gentle hands are curved, Into a perfect rainbow, Toes pointed, frozen in time, My face is aglow.
#youngwritershousehold She spins, she sways, To whatever song plays, She glides through the air, Without any care.
#youngwritershousehold. I dance with grace and beauty,. Leaps high in the air,. With bold blue eyes shining bright,. And skin so pale and fair,. Lips as red as roses,. Cheeks a light, soft pink,.
Deep scarlet velvet curtains draw back to reveal the delicately painted stage. Bright lights flood the striking scene. Eerily beautiful notes form captivating music that fills the silent theatre.
Graceful leaps from toe to toe, Pale skin as white as snow. Flowing skirt of pale pink, Smiling calmly, yet having to think. Twists and turns in every direction, Performs each move to perfection.
Heel, ball and toe,. Arms extend and grace,. Knees to go low,. Keep a straight face,. Orders and instruction,. Perfect every time,. The same old selection,. After practice wine,.
Little girls in tutus. Dreaming to dance. Twirl around in circles. Willing to take a chance. Run round the garden. Prancing wearing wings. Picking up flowers. Marrying kings. Stop wearing tutus.
Long, blonde hair down to her back, Rosy red lips and porcelain skin, Startling blue eyes as soft as a pillow, White, beautiful dress with fabric so thin.
Three confident ballerinas standing on their toes, one fails an (Air,en l) out she must go.
The small young girl Begins to dance Spinning gracefully Along with a prance. The audience applauds "Encore!" they cry "My pleasure!" she replies Yet it's actually a lie.
Dance is her life and she's a master of dance She twirls and moves to a perfect stance She comes centre stage through clearing smoke Time to perform a startling baroque The people love her she shows...
I couldn't wait till tomorrow to try my dress, I grabbed Danny by the hand and ran to our room.