The End
The lights turned dim,
And the curtains crept
Open once more.
As the first chords crawled out,
She rose on relevé.
First position, pas de bourée to fifth.
Tendu front
Feet springing into piqué
After piqué
After piqué
Her steps rehearsed,
Her choreography flawless,
Her grace breathtaking.
Her eyes were closed
A deep breath.
One final turn,
One last somber pirouette
Brought close to the curtain
One final time.
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