Her industrious, hard-fought ability
To labour on no less for it, these nylon red-ribboned shoes have been tweaked akin to nothing else quite like it
She bleeds to breathe upright pirouette pile-dive

We do indeed appreciate her cute, cute ballerina curtsy

Utmost soliloquy aside bowing to meet these front-row, middle-row, back-row pretenders of business-like theirs

Who simply wish that they might have been built the very same

While matter-of-fact meeting her fiery-eyed individuality at the artist-strewn middle for balanced bravado

Terrifyingly alone, yet prone to settling these rapturous rounds of applause til but a momentous pause retreats toward
Eager-eared silence again