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I was aspiring to be a professional dancer, which had long been my dream,
As rogue planets head out on their own, from the stars that reign supreme.

I was awash in unbounded enthusiasm, like yellow sunshine's fresh sheen,
Or premier, perennial days of springtime, the time all is budding and green.

But, despite my unfailing readiness, I had a likely insurmountable problem,
In the fact that my dancing was mediocre, artless to the beat of the drum.

Though this was somewhat discouraging, I continued practicing and trying,
Like such priceless moments of evening bliss, when a beautiful sun is dying.

So, throughout sunshiny days, I kept on hoping, for elegant style and grace,
Like the sudden burst of pretty birdsong, so comfortable in any green space.

My charming family was supportive, and many times were encouraging me,
Like the encouragement given by all ticking clocks, to fated, fuchsia destiny.

I lived in the house of rich colors, and leaves waltzing past sugary windows,
Before all nature would go to sleep, up until the reappearance of sweet rose.

Neighbors often came calling, past the scarecrows, past the pumpkin patch,
As individual stars were just appearing, when cicadas had a shouting match.

Scarlet tanagers sang a farewell chorus, with the melancholy, goodbye sun,
In sleepy, southern evening skies, soon to meet it again once more, sudden.

Apple skies turned golden, and I had an audition for a famed dance troupe,
And I was on restless pins and needles, like areas where thunder whooped.

It was such a big opportunity for me, as my dream seemed within my grasp,
Just as heaven seems to be within reach, enveloped inside the lover's clasp.

Was my dancing amply refined, its rhythms in step with my own heartbeat,
Like red heat upon pink, summer rose, causes fragrance waft on the street?

But, tense hours seemed to creep on by, like noble heads crowned with grey,
Or aged skies full of gorgeous, hued smoke, at the inevitable end of the day.

By sheer will, I calmed myself, when that momentous day had finally come;
And I strove to be as one with the music, like sweet buds that soon become.

I was satisfied with my spirited performance, for I felt that I'd done my best;
And my dancing had improved such a lot, since the judges were impressed!

Soon, I was excited and ecstatic, for my biggest dream came true that day.
My glorious career had suddenly peaked, like implausible stars at noonday.

These magenta days, I'm very happy, because music is a sweet companion,
And I will always be one with it, as echoes are a part of slumbering canyons!
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