The Clown’s Dance

Pick them up, put them down
Watch the dancing clown go ‘round
In its hands are lovers’ hearts
It throws them ‘round the room like darts

Tossing left, tossing right
Watch the hearts as they take flight
Some land on walls across the room
Some lose their flight and fall to doom

Hold them near, hold them far
Watch the sight grow more bizarre
They must be lost as if at sea
They surely are, or they’d be free

Angela Salinas

I'm a motorcycle riding poetry rhyming Finance student just trying to find creative ways to express myself to destress myself. If it's to your choosing, then let's get cruising!

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Anonymous · February 12, 2018 at 1:21 pm


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