Circus of Live

The soul as resident under the celestial tent, where the pleasure spectator benches rent. Flowered horses with petite ballerina, cute monkeys with funny hats playing the concertina. Jumping tides marvel with saltos in the air, swinging in perfect timing above the trapeze so dare. Clowns in silly gesture all about, making all children laugh and shout. Lions and Tigers jumping through loops of fire, courage’s head in the mouth of the beast desire. Bicycles and umbrella on the tide rope balance neat, gigantic snakes handled by delicious delicate lady indeed. Ramping applause for those performing young souls, humble their quaint deeds and flaunt their pride while the whiplash rolls. The undeniable perfect state of dream today, remembering those moments to run with them away. It feels like they are not afraid to be alive, and shutting down the soul by silly security strive. Living by the narrow sense of touch, and forgotten lights from stars taken care so much. The sense of adventure with tinkle spice, eating the forbidden fruits of paradise. Rolling with the beasts for the thrill of all, riding bareback stallion with juggling ball. The virtue of love to do is the ecstasy of mind, the portal of tracing spectacular kind. Memories beauty lives forever, celebration of the senses altogether.