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A Ballet of Water

like ballet
said a young voice
like a ballet of water

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As we walked past the cold section in the supermarket tonight, my adopted son Jerry handed me back the shopping basket, leapt into the air and said “I can’t carry this now Tita Mel, I have to do my ballet” and then danced off into another aisle. He told me later as I stopped to photograph the beautiful fountain outside, it was a ballet of water. I think he’s right too.
Little Poems, Poetry,

Written by Melinda J. Irvine

Melinda J. Irvine is a professional writer, small business owner, and daily blogger — helping real people like you find their voice and share their burning message with the world. In her spare time, Mel is busy building (and writing) a free online learning centre for the marginalised kids of Estancia, Philippines.

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