DREAMING ON HER FEET

i've always wanted to learn ballet eversince i was a little girl , to me , nothing more graceful than watching ballerina glides across the floor with the grace like a swan along with a soothing gentle blossoming beat . i have always adore watching their  tips of the shoes lightly skimmed the floor, Like a paintbrush decorating a blank canvas. 


today , i imagine myself as a dancer , a lost ballerina looking for the light . my imaginary stage got darker And as the music became dramatic, As the butterfly soars around the room, rapidly, spinning, turning, leaping, Creating more applause. i wish the light will never go off , i wish the music never end . she make her last moves on stage, she looks up and fades away. her remains turning black covering the floor with ash. and as the curtains fall to the floor the show is over,you must see no more. Her emotions showing through her movements,
Sweeping everyone off their feet with awe.