Five Liners.17. Dance
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On the stage she stood, a sculpted image
With music, she began to sway
With rising rhythm, she gyrated in frenzied joy
Her body flowed like a droplet on a slimy lotus leaf
As she revolved like a top, I got lost in the poetry in motion!
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