She treads the rope where sky meets sand,
A careful step, a steady hand.
Away from waves that hiss and gleam,
She walks toward the city’s dream.
Gold Coast towers in distant light,
Catching the blush of morning bright.
Each step a whisper, each breath a thread,
Between the sea and where paths led.
The rope sways soft, yet holds her true,
Between the tides of gray and blue.
A journey poised on air and gleam,
A woman walks toward her dream.
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