Last Dance Her wet cheeks Glisten as she stands In fifth position, Center stage. The music forces The fleeting moment, And her tutu shimmers Like her sapphire eyes As the light carries her Across the floor. She glides, Shooting into the air As it strips away the sequins And glitter from her body. She extends herself to the limits Breaks herself in two. The notes throw Her downstage, Tombé, pas de bourrée, glissade, Saute de chat. The grande finale and Roses, Roses. The curtains close, Her head drops as her eyes fill, Choking back sobs As she realizes it's all over.
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