A raging sequence of applause is heard
The always smiling face, or the faceless smile
Confronts a crowd, hungry for fun
Was there any gentle face between the rest?
The clown thought he found it when
His eyes met a random, yet shining, girl
She was silent, clearly distinguishable from
A whole set of angry humans of all ages
Her eyes were only glittering for what's next
Her muscles don't even expose what might hide
And so he felt like he could perform for her sake
All of his tools were at his disposition tonight
And he wanted to ignite them with his passion
He wanted that smile he wears to merge with him
So he would stop being a slave of others' joy
And so the clubs and glistening rings fell
Drawing rainbows and butterflies with stars
His show made the applause sound humble
And the music of the night had to fade
Along with the same girl, who was smiling
The temptress who came to boost his ego
A contest entry
- The clown by Angelo di Luce.
480 points, ended September 18, 18 entries
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Comments
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How romantic and beautiful, I loved the senario
Well done -
Brilliant
This is simply brilliant, ser.
I wish you the best of luck in the contest.
I loved it, every moment of it, the crashing final line.
Its brillaint, simply brillaint *is speechless*



