NIGHT OF THE MASCERADE
For Nette Onclaud;s Contest : Seven by Seven. 22-1-26
The lights, brighter than the moon,
bedazzled the pergola.
I watched a graceful, sad clown.
With movements so delicate,
she had stolen this man's heart.
Lola removed her clown mask.
His moustache and beard revealed.
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