Number 10

A young girl in the 1980's with dreams and aspirations to be a star who meditates on a dream that she is on stage has a little music box which circles as it plays a beethoven symphony she imagines is an orchestra in front of her while she is on stage.

She danced on legs of five years

on the floor that creaked a welcome upon her arrival

she made her way to the music box

and wound the little ballerina on top

then raised her arms above her head

with eyes closed she became the heart that moved her feet

and as dust saw them glide

it clapped an array of mist

and each jump a wish that would settle with it

and innocence a bliss

as she danced upstairs

at Number 10

The End

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