The Stone Ballerina’s Dance

Frozen in movement
A stone statue
Surrounded by the sounds
Of her dreams
Holding the stone body
In an eternal
Stopped movement
She strains
Her stone body
To move
One inch
She seems to have a tight mouth
Under her stone mason cut
Joyful smile
She watches the dancers
Come back and forth
From their shows
In pink feathered headdresses
Black stage shoes
And sequined outfits
All with a luster
Grey stone can never match
In rain
Her tears pour down
In the smell of wet stone
Of the freshness
Of water
Moving all around her
In a dance
She can never preform

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