Sep 2014
I'm walking on a tightrope, with no balance and net below.
Swaying back and forth with an old weak trapeze.
Putting my life on the line as the dagger hits the rotating wooden board, and so the lion roars, me vs lion.
The festive tent tinted with red,
*I have left a memory that day...
Swaying back and forth with an old weak trapeze.
Putting my life on the line as the dagger hits the rotating wooden board, and so the lion roars, me vs lion.
The festive tent tinted with red,
*I have left a memory that day...
I made this during my peak point of stress, it does sounds a bit strange, but I still wanted to let out my stress though this poem :), moreover, I just got an idea to use circus as my theme, Hope you enjoy!!
