Red Ballet

I sit and admire the entertainers
All dressed in different shades of red
So beautiful while in control,

How soothing is the ballet’s flow
With its dancers moving to and fro
Radiating light, and bringing warmth
To many a cold heart

While warm and inviting, set in its stage
Of bricks and mortar or circles of stone
I dare not allow this dance to grow,
Because of the many lives it claims
I will always respect
The red ballet

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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