In The Twinkling
High above the twinkled twirls
Of breathless children eyes wide
She walks soft pink shoes on
The white rope solely tulle
Fluttering with the quiet
Calm of folding
Butterfly flicker
High above the twinkled twirls
One delicate doe ankle crosses
Again and then again
Tulle catching the light
As breathless children eyes
Silent but for the first
Piercing scream of the
First child to see a perfect
Pink toe about to step
Onto the air
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