Ballerina

Spinning in whisps of golden smoke
The aroma of roses flows
Weaving in and out of your
Circle of beauty

Leap tiny dancer
In robes of pink taffeta
Like swan of the stage
On satin feet

Graceful gestures
Look easy
Controlling muscles
She didn't know she had

Salty sweat runs down her cheek
But pain she feels not
As the spotlight shines on
She feels only the music