By her elegance, poise and grace,
A reflection of perfection,
In the strength of her pointe
to the delicacy of her lace.
And in the echo of her encore,
I catch myself.
But I am just an ordinary girl,
A blurry vision in a mirror fogged with awe.
And to that girl whom eyes adored,
Maybe I should hang up my ballet shoes once more.
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