of step did she stumble
upon souls held in captivity.
Hardened glass, captive
prisoners in misery.
Haunting tunes of sorrow
and dread, hopeful tunes
may the souls be fed,
by movement and grace
may their souls be released;
deafening sounds of
shattering glass…
salvation of souls at peace.
‘TIS EXPLAINABLE perchance
one might believe in selfless
acts of kindness to those
in need.
= THE BALLERINA=
©️PSA 23/6/21.
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