Ballet, a fusion of dance, music and art,
an effort to portray effortless beauty,
a synonym of life that wants to rise above all bondages.

Expressing of emotions
or acting out a script,
No words they require,
body and its movements do it.

They walk on their toes,
they jump and they flee.
They rise high in the air,
and they land so very softly.

They escape from the gravity
and feel the space in vicinity
As if they only want to say,
so easy it is to be free from any captivity!

Their feet press the floor hard
as if kissing a beloved one last time,
before they part from it,
and fight and play to reach zenith.

Ballet, a language of the feet,
an art created by the body,
where feet are brushes
that paint on the floor,
where space is the canvas
being painted by the mort.

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