The statue came alive
every morning after five
It had been placed long ago
by a window facing east
where it waited frozen
full of dream like thoughts
in the body of a ballerina
stolen from the imperial court
At a certain time the sun burst forth
to illuminate her angel face
and even though she did not move
Her cheeks flushed in warm embrace
but when the sun drifted away
she returned to those dreams
The frozen thoughts of yesterday
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