Beautiful Dancer

Beautiful Dancer- Extended Edition!

Beautiful Dancer- Extended

Spinning and turning,

Twisting and learning,

She’s not one to hear the burning.

What burning may you ask,

What burning may you say,

The burning that makes children stop and pray.

The burning which started deep at night,

As the war jets began to fight.

The burning that tore her whole house down,

The burning that spread all the way uptown.

Beautiful girl spins and twirls,

Up and down bounce her soft brown curls,

And all the other little girls,

Envey her eyes which look like pearls.

Envey her balance, her graceful leap,

Stare with hatred at her fast moving feet.

And the souls within them, burning bright,

Like the war jets that continue to fight.

While all this havoc is unfolding,

Beautiful Dancer carries holding,

A steady beat of Spinning and turning.

A clap and snap, she’s twisting and learning.

And soon the planes fade away,

And the envious eyes begin to stray.

Stray to to radio where a voice, unconcerned,

Yawns that only one family has burned.

Beautiful girl feels her mood turm bleak,

As a lone tear slides down her cheek.

But Beautiful girl simply picks up her pace,

Distracting herself with a dance full of grace.

Beautiful girl is a beautiful dancer,

A pride, a jewel, a nimble prancer.

She smiles sadly and carries turning.

As she’s not one to hear the burning.

*** A/N So I extended the poem a bit and added a slightly different emotion to it. (If you can tell) Which one do you prefer? Vote, Fan, Comment and share!

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Aissa***