Arms outstretched to the sky, with feet so high, they always tried to fly.
A while before, like an angel on a toe, each of them spun to lift spirits and gift joy.
However now, after a dashing performance, wonders vanished and the backstage holds fears, not that of winning but returning to a stage beyond this audience where they have to twist like a whirlpool in the dance of destiny.
This is a response post to the ‘Three Line Tales’ by Sonya. To know more about the prompt, go through the guidelines, on her blog.
This is so well written! Love it.
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Thank you very much, Rishika! I welcome your compliment. ☺
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