Beneath the sun's golden embrace,
A crimson dancer takes its place.
On fragile wings, it weaves a song,
Of fleeting time, yet life so strong.
From waters deep to skies above,
It whispers tales of hope and love.
Each flutter speaks of dreams reborn,
Through twilight's glow and dew-filled morn.
Its ruby hues ignite the air,
A blaze of passion, rich and rare.
A fleeting glimpse, a gentle flight,
Yet leaves the soul in boundless light.
O crimson dancer, nature's grace,
Your fragile form, a sacred space.
Through you, we see what life could be,
A dance of hope, eternally free.
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