The backdrop is azure, like a deep blue sea, then slowly
drifting across the stage come gracefully, gowns of white, billowing
and floating light.
That breath of skill in every flight.
But alas, too soon,the line begins to waver and right there
before my eyes, dissolving slowly into strands of silk,
the ballerinas leave the sky.
Gathered Visions by Wendy R. Chapman.
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