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A Tribute to the Pink Ballerina

Aja Lelchuk

May 2021
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She had let me into her vibrant life
And had enhanced the brightness of mine


She was pink
She told me she was a ballerina
Twirling in a pink tutu among peonies alongside the ocean
From sunrise to sunset
Until her cheeks were as saturated as her tutu
She never tired

One day the peonies didn't feel her twirling
The sunrise and sunset couldn't spot her tutu
She is sent to a distant pink castle
Because her muscular legs have become frail
Her flushed cheeks have lost their color
Something dark has come to plague her body
She is still pink
But I am blue

Starched pink hospital sheets
Smooth plastered pink walls
A restrictive pink plastic bracelet
A pink stuffed unicorn to match

She twirls in her pink tutu, trapped within her pink castle
Dancing to the rhythm of the IV drip
She dreams of the oceanside
She must make her way back
She will be free once again
She is pink
I am blue

After many long months she returns to the sunsets and sunrises, the ocean, and the peonies
She joins the pink clouds as the sun sets
Fading into the red and orange colors
Reflecting onto the ocean
It seems as though the world has become her canvas

I am made part of her painting
I join her vibrant colors once more
Until the moon comes up
And within the dark blue sky, she fades
Leaving me in the dark
She was pink
I am blue
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