2.04.2015

The Dancer's Daughter

it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
A natural acrobat, she knows moves
That no one has ever taught her
Lifted high as she behooves --
For she is the dancer's daughter
When she could hardly walk yet
She could make time with a step
And grace in a tumble and totter
- And a smile in anyone she'd met.

2 comments:

  1. Sanguine00:14

    Any recommendations for entry level poetry?

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