The Fateful Dance
So thin and strong,
moves never wrong,
gliding across the stage,
but never down to the cage.
A short hard leap,
leaves one in a heap,
the tears start flowing
the show must keep going.
Graceful bow,
whats happened now?
One wrong slip,
to deep a dip,
curtains drawn,
the World moves on.
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