🌙 'the Dance Of The Market' 🌙 Poem by WIN VENTURA

In silent screens and glowing light,
The trader waits through day and night.
A whisper here, a surge, a fall,
The market speaks, and beckons all.

Candles rise like hopes anew,
Then dip in fear, then rise right through.
Red and green—a lover's fight,
A gamble in the morning light.

With courage clothed and charts in hand,
She walks the edge, she takes her stand.
Each trade a prayer, a dream, a test,
Each loss a wound, each gain a rest.

She learns to read the silent signs,
The breath between the sloping lines.
A soul who dares, yet learns to yield,
Her heart becomes the battlefield.

But oh! When fortune gently sways,
She smiles within the price's haze.
For trading is not just win or loss—
It's dancing fate across the cross.


By: - WIN VENTURA