I saw her on the stage,
twirling, spinning, floating delicately.
A cherry blossom budding in the spring,
a daisy turning its face to the sun.
She made starvation look beautiful,
she made sickness look easy.
After the show, I went to shake her hand,
to congratulate her on the stunning unfolding
and folding of her limbs.
I told her I hoped to be just like her,
She looked at me through gentle eyes,
with gentle lips, she replied:
"Walk in my shoes for a little while;