40: Ballet Rose
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My cheeks flushed,
Into the color of a ballet rose.
Into the color of a ballet rose.
My heart unfurls,
Blooming petals dappled with joy.
Blooming petals dappled with joy.
My mind sharpens,
Concentrated like the tip of a thorn.
Concentrated like the tip of a thorn.
My body quivers,
Ripe with tension from the rain.
Ripe with tension from the rain.
My soul lightens,
From the joy that was lost long ago.
From the joy that was lost long ago.
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