Tortoise
Under the mottled shell of the old tortoise
beats the heart of a young dancer.
She dreams of twirling on table-tops, turning cartwheels, kicking up her heel at the Carnival ball.
“Oh, who will kiss my cold and wrinkled lips and set my dreaming spirit free?
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— Judith Charnaik- 1934
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