Stage Performer (Patreon)

Above the ground where we all walk,

Suspended by a red thread's talk,

The woman sways in time and space,

A performance that leaves no trace.

Her body is an artwork of grace,

Every muscle stretched to its place,

But it's not just her form on display,

It's the story she tells with each sway.

In this moment frozen in time,

She becomes a symbol of freedom so fine,

A body in tune with every pulse,

Her spirit soaring above our earth's husk.

For in this act of suspension and trust,

The audience feels the same deep thrust,

To break free from what holds us down,

And to be carried away by art's boundless sound.

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