On stage they twirl leap and spin
Grace and strength entwined in a delicate dance
Their bodies mirrors of joy, pain, love and fear
Every step a poem
Every movement a verse in motion
In a silent language of of movement they tell their stories
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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...
