There was a massive attack on Coryphee. Mrs.Prima ballerina's elongated rose tree was in full bloom. Mentally undressed she carried another's lack of, in her beautifully. Extended legs are beaten in the air while supposed, graceful love is growing in her womb. Coryphee, smiled as her seemingly perfect Arabesque pose bleed 90 degree angles of Incertitude. The childhood dream of the Red Shoes, somehow had become her. She as most in her position, wanted the beautiful dainty pink satin slippers. However, she was resolute about making the best out of otherness.
Rather than hinting at the realism of harshness she graced the stage in her pointe shoes. She showed the world that differences are an analogy. Coryphee, saw that HE was what gave her her perfect striking, 90 degree Junoesque type of beauty.
(To my beautiful son who makes me flourish and learn what true beauty and love really is).
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