A short poem by me:

Dancing is soaring with your feet on the ground,
Reaching, pulling, jumping up high. 
Flowing with the music, light as a feather. 
My muscles strain, but my face remains joyful.
Pointing feet, straightening legs, turning out,
Balancing, breathing, leaping...flying.
It's what a live for, it's my passion, my joy.

(photo via pinterest)
I've got ballet class tomorrow- Yay! I hope you all have a good Monday, 

God bless!


  1. Oh, that was beautiful!! I love to write poems too, the ones I've done are " The Sea Horses" and " The Song of Time" You should get more photos of you practicing ballet:)


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