Photography Of A Ballet Dancer
On the piano’s corner, there was a photography
Notes were playing alone, sound is such a beauty
Then I started to fill my body with that beat
My eyes closed, I remembered how we meet
Step by step, my feet moved to the piano’s ballad
I was dancing ballet, forgetting we were sad
Turning around, with my ballerina shoes
At that time, I smile at the life I choose
So back to me, still looking at this photography
Always the same song playing, and there is me
With my ballet skirt, defying the thunder
On that photography, there was a ballet dancer…
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