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A dancing cloud of kaleidoscopic smoke

shimmering in the holy stage.

Vibrating at the sound of the violin

in complicity the crowd stands,

applauding in a plethora.

The nightmare was rough

induced by insecurity,

but the success is overwhelming.

Instead of drowning and sinking in the ocean.

Like a newborn star,

she is shining on the stage is pedestal.