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I glide like a swan shimmering,

With the first rays of the sun peeping on the stream,

The show rolls on and crowds start pouring in.

The viewers get lost in my grace and the swings

I am up in the air and down on the ground

I float like a white cloud gracefully

Beneath the sheet of cold ice

This is my story

Unheard to many, only they know me as an epitome of beauty

Some come here to watch the enigma I unveil

None knows me completely,

They come here to watch the show, and when it is over, they all will go

There is a loud applause and aplomb

My admirers are attracted to this grace and poise

I wonder who loves the artist inside me with true sincerity

Ask me and I will give you an answer no one honestly,

If someone has really felt me,

My friends it is the ice below,

 Where some of my rolling tears have frozen

Some were of glee and sometimes when my mind was perturbed,

Some sordid tears fell out of sorrow

I fly like a bee

It is nothing but a myriad flight of fancy

Sometimes during the practice lessons,

I have fallen on this cold ice below

It has felt me with warmth and even comforted me

Once the stage is set, and the background score begin,

The spotlight is over me, I am ready for the embellish glide

I am off in the flight of my fancy

It gives me a feeling I have reached the sky