Tiny orange dancer,
in little blue shoes,
twirling and jumping,
and reaching ever higher.
Graceful swaying,
turns into tap,
using all the stage,
growing to the peak.
Radiant and bright,
all consuming light,
sparks fly from the dance,
and streak the midnight sky.

by Christina Jayne

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