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Upon a mountaintop, where shadows play, A Victorian ballerina in a gown of white, Dances with the echoes of a bygone day, In the twilight's grasp, where time holds sway. Her delicate feet, en pointe they tread, Graceful as whispers, from the lips unsaid, Through the misty veils of the past, she's led, A dance of secrets, in the moon's soft thread. Copyright 2024
