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Pirouette
I watch as she pirouettes,
Her dress, a parachute, flies
In waves to her flutters.Her sensual beauty attracts
An audience, not for her moves,
But for the supplication in her eyes.They shine with an inner peace
That translates into a pace
Shinier than the purest diamond face.My gaze is glued to her flexible
Limbs that have divined that the rain bubble
Ensconces her in a world where troubleIs an abstract concept she’s never
Experienced, as her innocent cover
Protects her as she adds prayer to the dancer.As her body flows, swings, undulates,
She hears titters on her esthetics.
She says: ‘Believe in a faith that provides
Truth and dares to challenge lies.’They then turn away and bicker,
Having forgotten why she was a riveting picture.©️Malak kalmoni chehab ©️
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This is so beautiful. I can visualize the imagery here. Thank you so much for sharing your words. This poem is a reminder to never let anyone shake your confidence <3 lauren
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This poem is very beautiful. And the imagery is very detailed. “her dress, a parachute, flies” is by far my favorite line because it’s so easy to imagine her dress and her movement. Thank you for sharing
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