The Ballet Dancer 5 - Abstract Smokography Series

But as the lights dimmed out
her fear gave out its place
and she asked with no doubt
reveal thy true face!

The smoothness of its trace
warmed up her reminiscent scar
intrigued by his pace
she said: tell me who you are?

Within each stream
i breath and smell
within each dream
i live and dwell

within each dance
i cast my spell
for each stance
is what i tell

I am the maker of dreams
the one who sparks that bell
I am the writer of schemes
on every dancer's shell...

The dancer fell in deep thought
trying to understand
those secret riddles
he had brought at hand!

[Previously on the Ballet Dancer]
And so she danced her quest
like she never did before
because she knew she danced best,
if everyone she'd ignore!

She smoothly weaved her hand
indulging her curly black hair
and swiftly curved her body
like a belly dancer's fair

Little did the dancer know
that she was not alone
for a dreadful feeling of awe
swept away her throne

He approached with pride
looking her from above
when she almost collapsed
fearing the new vibe

His big dark eyes
gave her a start
while his graceful guise
threatened to steal her art!

NIKON D80
1 second
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ISO 100
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