A dance between raindrops
She spun through the rain, tracksuit clinging tight, Braided hair swaying, eyes alight, Shoes splashing, voice rising clear, Her song cut through the gray, sharp and sincere. And as the rain clung to each fold and seam, She danced like a poem, like a song, like a dream.
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