My precious ballerina – the poem
You came and ignited the sleeping fire…
The stars were sleeping to death,
Then the birds were singing song dire….
And the life had barely any faith.
The full moon was the ballerina
In the rhythm stuffed with feel,
Then my Prima ballerina assoluta
the soul and only the world to heal.
For your faith in love is the beauty
For the star in the darkest flight,
May be you don’t realise but the
Truth is to En dehors the plight.
The Port de bras of thy love true
To soothe the deep down pain,
Your breathing on my skin to feel
As if it’s the fire of passion rain.
Allegro of the fervour around the
Age old emptiness is bewildering,
For the silence was over so
potent till the end of persevering.
Some faith ballon for the sorrows
To fly away to forever far-away,
For the surge of trust words
For life to revive for fear sway.
Love and charisma
Is the might ballerina,
Ready to ballet all
passion thy ballerina.
You are the beacon
for love to reckon,
my precious ballerina!
Show me the rhythym
The way to feel the eternal joy,
May be another life
But guide me to thy love.
some of the terma used in the poem is being explained here:
En dehors - on duh OR; outward, moving away from center, or front to back
Port de bras - por duh bra; carriage of the arms
(Italian pronunciation: [alˈlegro])Meaning brisk, lively. A term applied to all bright, fast, or brisk movements.
Main article:Ballon (ballet)
Ballon means to bounce, where the dancer can show the lightness of the movemen