She slowly taps her twinlkle toes,
With the pain in her heart dropped as she bows.
A little glow conquer her eyes,
As she float above the stage, like she's about to seek the skies.
She twitch her legs in to butterfly wings,
While she hear the audience rave with her swings.
She climbs and hovers up in the air,
Hearing people wow "Oh how rare"
Her fringe circles like a ring when she skips,
With her arms extended along with the frisk.
Like a feather she stills and end her wonders,
With her burdens forgotten and surrendered to her splendors.
