The Floating Dancer (Patreon)

Suspended high, soaring above the ground,

A dance without touching, a feat quite profound.

The hands are free, the body defying gravity,

The art of suspension, an acrobatic display.

No ropes nor chains, no harnesses to bind,

Just a single leap into space and time.

Airborne in silence, a moment frozen in place,

Each breath is an exhalation, each pulse, a gentle pace.

With muscles strengthened and nerves tested so well,

The floating dancer becomes an aerial swell.

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