24 April 2012
Twisted honey suckle so fertile it sows, bows down gracefully as she spins on the root of her toes.
Proudly entwined to her leaves that flower that gives her beauty, which enhances her power.
Bending her branches so gentle and fine, the stroke of a sword as it snaps her spine.
A withered body of flowers, not the same, twisted around a metal frame.
Her dreams of dancing with her flowers of bloom, are crushed against a battered room. ~By MICHAELA x
Ballerina's Dream • Opuss № I