There's a skinny European ballerina dancing for me in my room
And I don't know what to do
Her eyes a piercing blue
There's a pretty European ballerina dancing for me all alone
There's a pretty European ballerina dancing for me all alone
There's a feeling in my bones
A burning kept in stone...
There's a single European ballerina dancing for no one but me
The only thing I see is
Her radiant beauty
There's a lovely European ballerina staring me in the face
My demons held at bay
Transfixed by her grace...
Burning brightly as I
stare at the dancer divine
My eyes are full of fire,
aglow in the darkness of night
In the light...
She catches my gaze in her sights
My pretty European ballerina
Waits for me to cross the line.
Text source:
Can Abyss/ Ballerina/poems
Pozdrav od Anke vragolanke.
Greetings from Anka vregolana!
👌
A beautiful poem, a beautiful drawing. I like the selection of colors and the subtlety in her face, as well as the stain form for the dress.
so beautiful so elegant♥️
Sublime 💫
I'm glad the drawing caused such a reaction in you.
Thank you!
You're welcome 🌻😺🤗