Mightier than the Sword a grace flows runs dances across the white stage a black form mysterious and dark leaving its mark for the audience to remember a shadow follows this elegant figure as it leaves its message in one flowing motion the hand that directs the scene leaves an impression knowing that this dancer is mightier than most and its dance its message will last Degas’ Little Dancer of Fourteen Years too large for life to ever be a graceful ballerina my body doesn’t move in music it works in words alone but in the joy of form the beauty in motion has captivated so much potential in the smallest movements flexed and relaxed muscle speaks on the stage a body at ease infatuated with the unreal overcome by the fantasy a grace I cannot grant myself the waiting expectant form of the little wax girl in a tutu speak to me in a way other than the words I love
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