Poem -
Little Dancer
The point of toes
Count eight to four
She, eyes of twilight
Faster than before
Feet like a mouse
Quiet, quick yet soft
Jumps as though she could fly
Tight and neat her hair
As though she could sing
A dance like night
She the star, of this twilight
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Lovely poetry newt, it simply dances of the page and finishes just in time as the curtain closes. Welcome to cosmofunnel.