Tip toed to the music..
She danced.
Jumped up high..
For a minute she could fly.
Muffled were her hair hiding those tears..
As the crowd cheers.
She gives them a smooth swerve..
Slapped with pain holding to her very nerve.
The curve the poise..
Covering up every noise.
Then the curtains go down..
She ends with a bow.
As she hurries to her sacred town.


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