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She found serenity, when she took the stage

With each graceful move, she would disengage

Lost to the dance, alone, no one else included

Caught up in the music, her world, so secluded

From all that had happened, and all that will

With a simple pirouette, and such elegant skill

She glided across the floor, a Prima Ballerina

Reminded them all, of the goddess, Athena

The eyes of those, who watched, and stared

Knew her beauty, could never be compared

They fell for her, she never paid them any mind

She created pandemonium, of a different kind


March Writing Prompts – Pandemonium of a new kind – Day 9/31

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