The first pair

Found my old ballet shoes :)

Broken ballet shoes

Cracked and scuffed

Satin pink shoes

With satin pink laces

Solid security in the toe

Delicate pointed feet

The smell of stage

and sweat.

Memories, steps

All hidden in each little stitch

What shows they've seen

What pirouettes they've spun

My faithful pointe shoes

Gathering dust

In the corner.

The End

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