Graceful Ardor

December 2, 2010
With a fluid like motion my feet glissade across the floor with such elegance and passion. The white lights leave me lacklustered.While my inner beauty radiants like the dazzling morning sun shine crowning the mountains. My tutu blusters as I twirl and orbit the stage. When I leap I feel as light as a feather. With sorrowfulness my dance is done the crowd erupts with applause.

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