Gifted Mime

Everlasting passions.

 Desires. 

Pain.

Love. 

Hate.

Joy.

Endless passion of yesterday;

That of today,

Thoughts of tomorrow,

All in this theater, where

A poor mime tries to penetrate

Onto the crowds: such grand feelings

Of a soul.

 

Ruse the mind of a child.

Kill the goodness in men.

Desire the pain.

Love the crime.

Hate the simplicity in depth,

Which it cannot bring.

Rouse the wicked truths.

Covet the joy of knowing;

A gain in passion

That soon comes to an end�"

A part to life’s sweet mysteries.

 

The End.

[Bows]

Author's Note

This is a timeless piece.

Reviews

[wordman]

you are a great story teller

[♛ Monet Madden 📪🍹]

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