A Dancer
A dance of the Divine
A dancer
A dance of the Divine
A dance between the lines
An empty stage; a blank page
Stepping onto the battlefield, eyes analyze
Some welcoming, some craving her demise
Silence fills this space, as she anticipates her fate
A light shines from above, on this dimly lit stage
A dance of light and shadow
Beckoning focus
Through which she finds her depth
Body moving gracefully, she loses herself
Deeper and deeper, surrendered to the flow
Fierce
Unstoppable
She shines divine essence
Watchful eyes blur
On the faces in the crowd
Fearless and free
No-thing matters
As she dances on
About the Creator
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