dancers Agatha Stamatakos
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Lost in my mind I am swarmed with my thoughts Peering out of the corner of the soft red curtains that shield the stage I hear the audience rustle programs, their chatters dispersing into silence I take my first step onto the marley floor The warmth of the heated lights as they shine down onto my hands I hold out Silence surging through every strand of my hair Which is pulled back neatly, held tight in a French Twist I begin my routine, loosening the tension held in my back And release all that consumes me Whether it be yesterday or today, weeks or years ago Emotion illuminating the faces of my teammates as we leap across the stage With springs attached to our pointed, levitating feet Each arm I raise, each leg I extend elevating into the heavy air Painting a picture with my body, artiscally portraying what I choose to share
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Butterflies & Flowers | Agatha Stamatakos | Drawing
