Dancing the Blues
now sunless days on automatic pilot
skies from greys to blues to violet
feigning composure while on edge
he dances nonchalantly on a ledge
extract from my poem ABYSMAL CLOWN
AP: 3rd place 2020
Posted on March 1, 2020
Copyright © Line Gauthier | Year Posted 2020
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