Graceful movements
Delicate steps
An illusion of ease
A facade kept
Behind the curtain of tutus and lace
Lies a silent struggle
A hidden face
Hours of practice
Blisters and pain
Sacrificing childhood
For a dream to attain
Pushed to perfection
Never enough
The strain of expectations
So tough
For every pirouette
The price is paid
The weight of perfection
Cannot be swayed
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Tales Of Ballets Lament
PoetryIn the hazy corridors of dreams, where reality blurs with fantasy and time dances to the rhythm of a forgotten melody, lies the mystical realm of Swan Lake. Here, shadows and whispers intertwine, shifting and swirling like phantom dancers on an inf...
