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It was years since she could remember
How it felt to be in these shoes
Lacing them up with perfection
Unassuming, his delicate muse
Her pirouette, exquisite and airy
On her toes, twas so easy to see
How it came back to her, so quickly
As she danced with the forest and tree
He adored her, her grace was endless
Every elegant movement she made
How could he have left her behind?
Why on Earth had she even stayed?
For her beauty took his breath away
He knew now he’d never go far
His ballerina, his fantasy come true
Yes, she was his one shining star
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Lovely!
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Thanks so much, Neha! How’s our little buddy doing? 🙂
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He is good but it’s way too cold for him in Canada haha my parents visited me here in Denver and they want some of this sunshine there now…How have you been? hope you had a great holiday!
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Glad to hear! I’m doing ok, surviving the deep freeze! I’ll take some of your sunshine, too! 🙂
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Sending it that way!! Hope it gets warmer soon!
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It’s working!!! We’re out of the deep freeze!
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Yay!!!
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So beautiful and eloquent
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Thank you very much, Noel! 🙂
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Wow! Very elegant and touching 😊💛
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Thank you very much ❤
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My pleasure 😊
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Thank you, my friend! ❤
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