A pointing of my foot,
A step to the side,
To dance away
And never hide.
A small port de bras ,
Stretching through.
A long developpe
That I reach into.
A pas de chat to the right,
And and entrechat in place.
Leaping through the air,
With the utmost grace.
Small sashay,
Little batma,
Sweet little dancer
With ballet law.
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ESTÁS LEYENDO
Until I Fall
PoesíaJust a collection of poetry that I write. Yes, it's just another collection of poetry written by another angsty teenager. Sorry I'm not a professional and I don't have as much life experience, but I really don't care. I'm just going to write. I coul...