The pressure to be flawless in every routine
Leaves the soul bruised
The spirit unclean
Smiles on display
But the mirror reveals
A different ballet
The toll on the body
The unsaid hardships
The sacrifices made for a love so pure
But the sacrifices are never ensured
For when the curtains close and the music fades
The unsaid hardships leave a lasting impression
Remember the price of every graceful stance
Behind the beauty lies a silent struggle
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Tales Of Ballets Lament
PoetryIn the hazy corridors of dreams, where reality blurs with fantasy and time dances to the rhythm of a forgotten melody, lies the mystical realm of Swan Lake. Here, shadows and whispers intertwine, shifting and swirling like phantom dancers on an inf...
