Dancing in Real Time

December 31, 2019

Lights up, curtains drawn

Audience cheers, music starts

Movement flows within.

I take my first breath,

And lift my head anxiously,

This is it, I’m ready.

Ephemeral is,

My time on stage, yet I feel

Refreshed and anew.

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