Pictorial Prose dances to the rhythm of the soul and the magic of nature. Each day is a journey through life and with it a view of the wonder and joy of the heart and mind with an explosion of passion and desire. The opposite of to live is to ...
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
Dance Freely........
The solitaire ballerina pirouettes upon the music box, voiceless to the music that would never stop. Round and round she spin, no where to go, until the magic moment and the wind began to blow.
Snap and crack the pedestal, over wound the key, footloose the ballerina had broken free. I could see her dance no longer choreographed from memory. Dancing on the clouds so graceful and beautifully.
Eloquent a performance, more thought and desire, the ballerina
danced as if her soul was set a fire. Each day her legs strengthened, each whisper from her heart, rejoicing to the moment that for her life starts.
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