• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 02
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En Pointe

When I broke the trunk, I knew what you would be,
for I could not tame you.
Then, you were a wild beauty
as you galloped amongst the saplings.
Now your stillness, nurtured
through the coloured grain,
more alive than the living forest.
Magnificent elegance carved,
bashfully mine, poised
en pointe.