The dancer

With the grace of a seasoned performer
Who pirouettes on a stage every night,
She responds as the music informs her,
And does so with gifted insight.

Though she is no prima ballerina
With thousands of delirious fans,
She’s a girl who was always a dreamer
Who believes in the pulse of the dance.

Who ignores the sprains and the warnings,
that threaten to defeat her goal,
Her close friends observe the dawning
Of dance as part of her soul.

She doggedly overwhelms the torture,
And laughs off the pain of a blister,
For she has the blessed good fortune
of having a dancer, her sister.

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