Spessiva

A day for these clouds to be under your tippy toes,

Air serenading around your waist with ease.

Each movement praises the perfection of creation

The music is your instrument, half a step higher for your wings.

Scent of the roses fill the theater.

Peonies, Poppies, Lotuses,

All make way for the little swans

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