Balletic Harmony

In the backstage hush, where shadows softly fall, A quintet of ballerinas stand, poised for it all. Their tutus, a cascade of blue and orange hue, Like petals of a flower, delicate and true. Their hair, adorned with flowers, a crown so fine, Their faces, a mask of focus, a beauty divine. Their hands, a gentle touch, a caress so light, As they adjust their bodices, a moment of quiet night. The painting, a dance of colors, a symphony so grand, A celebration of beauty, a work of art so planned. The ballerinas, a testament to grace and poise, A moment frozen in time, a memory to rejoice. In this fleeting instant, they are one with the art, Their movements, a language, that speaks to the heart. The painting, a window, to a world so serene, A world where beauty reigns, and the soul is seen.