She danced to an extent
Of meeting with her soul.
Making her inner self
To her outer role.
Her first pace
On the shinning floor,
Bought a drop
From her eye shore.
Postured with elegance,
Rhythmic towards her goal,
Finally the light on her,
Was to show her external more.
The glint in her smile,
While she performed,
Appeared as if
Everyone were stormed.
Confidently and swiftly her hands moved,
With her feet’s direction,
Making the ambience filled
With her performance’s appreciation.
She was not a stellar,
Or a show stealer.
She just had a dream,
A dream to be a dancer.
Her dance was not flawless,
It became one,
As she fought
And won over her run.
Now encouragement
Surrounded her fame.
This is all about this maiden’s
Fate and game.
She was now bound with such a glory…
As she had danced to an extent,
Of meeting with her soul.
Making her inner self
To her outer role.
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