Whispers of Elegy

In twilight's hush, where shadows softly fall, A ballerina sits, her heart's silent call. Her wings, a canvas of fading light, Dance with the breeze, in a gentle, wistful flight. The forest whispers secrets, dark and deep, As she listens, lost in sorrow's sleep. Her skirt, a misty cloud, a gentle hue, Echoes the beauty, both fragile and true. In this still moment, she finds her peace, A fleeting respite, a world's release. The colors of her wings, a rainbow's sigh, Blend with the shadows, a soft, ethereal goodbye. In this serene tableau, she is free to be, A vision of grace, a melancholy sea. Her story woven, in the fabric of the night, A dance of shadows, a gentle, loving light.