Ballerina Dream

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You seemed to fit right into place, where doves remain when I approach
And the precise shape of a snow flake is defined to the touch
Where each morning is a shower of sunshine, and days are never threatened by rain
In this place of mine where anything is possible
Your smile is not just a birthday gift
But changes each time, if and when I wish
And when you frown, it’s just to say, “Should we be astronauts or ballerinas today?”

I took a picture when I was nine, in a rainbow dress just above my knee
With Flamingos sleeping on one leg, all surrounding me
In that instant I created you
But I never grew up





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gee said...
May 6, 2009 at 11:51 pm
nice! loved it!
 
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