"The Ballerina"
All she do is dance.
She's perfect at a glance.
But when she stops
Everything in her drops.
Give her joyous songs,
Easily, she'll dance along.
Bring her sad songs and pain,
Won't mind it, she'll sway.
This ballerina sure is masked.
See her pink tutu above that dusk.
Smile, smile, say hi!
She's not ok, but fine.
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Poems
PoetryThey say poems are the writer's identity and secret keepers. It shields them from people yet are exposed. Poems are great wonders-- It is deep and very meaningful.
