Ballerina
Dancing in the mist as the green leaves fall from the tree,
looking back on the past both good and bad things.
Leaping into the sky as the breeze passes her face,
coming back down to the green grass to dance once again.
She dances aggressively as her emotion takes over.
Her dress is as white as a little white snowflake.
She is an angel shining bright with a crown as a halo.
Waiting for her prince near a river dark and shallow.
As she twirls around to strike her final pose her gleaming brown eyes
find her prince with the brightest rose.
find her prince with the brightest rose.
Written by Sunipa
This is a poem that I had made with my imagination and some help with a class mate. Rm 8a had start to write poems at the start of term 3. It was really fun😃😄😇👍
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