my ballet queen
her walk down the aisle is all i remember
a journey of aspiration, the way beyond her imagination
dreams with wings bowed down to bestow her
for she had marveled them,leveling their mystics to a real world
her last walk ,a moment to mesmerize
for then she was distant, distant forever
every time i see through my monocle
i see dragonflies reminiscing her aura
fireflies just like the shimmering light in her
her toes like tiny pins on the floor,
her movements as swift as a swan
atimes ferocious like a storm
sometimes soft and sober like a unicorn
her soft lily perfume lingers around the theater
her absence a fantasy none get over
a journey of aspiration, the way beyond her imagination
dreams with wings bowed down to bestow her
for she had marveled them,leveling their mystics to a real world
her last walk ,a moment to mesmerize
for then she was distant, distant forever
every time i see through my monocle
i see dragonflies reminiscing her aura
fireflies just like the shimmering light in her
her toes like tiny pins on the floor,
her movements as swift as a swan
atimes ferocious like a storm
sometimes soft and sober like a unicorn
her soft lily perfume lingers around the theater
her absence a fantasy none get over
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