Summary: The title is in Italian, it means And She Dances.
Music was her heart. Her very being and soul. It penetrated her skin and made her itch to move, to feel the rhythm inside of her. But no one would allow that.
"You're a ninja!" They would say, then laugh at such a foolish dream.
But was it that foolish? That stupid that they HAD to laugh?
To her it wasn't dumb. It wasn't stupid or ridiculous. It was HER dream. And she was going to make it come true.
No matter what.
Categories: General Fiction Characters: None
Genres: None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 4 Completed: No
Word count: 3457 Read: 5021
Published: 06/03/07 Updated: 15/04/07
A Dancing Girl by XenaAdamana
Author's Notes:
This is just the beginning, a poem by Frances Sargent Osgood.
It kinda sets the mood...
Lol, stilll don't own Naruto.
SHE comes—the spirit of the dance!
And but for those large, eloquent eyes,
Where passion speaks in every glance,
She ’d seem a wanderer from the skies.
So light that, gazing breathless there,
Lest the celestial dream should go,
You ’d think the music in the air
Waved the fair vision to and fro!
Or that the melody’s sweet flow
Within the radiant creature played,
And those soft wreathing arms of snow
And white sylph feet the music made.
Now gliding slow with dreamy grace,
Her eyes beneath their lashes lost,
Now motionless, with lifted face,
And small hands on her bosom crossed.
And now with flashing eyes she springs,—
Her whole bright figure raised in air,
As if her soul had spread its wings
And poised her one wild instant there!
She spoke not; but, so richly fraught
With language are her glance and smile,
That, when the curtain fell, I thought
She had been talking all the while
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