Performance
A girl stood alone,
In a broad daylight; I admire,
Days changed, but she stood alone,
Will this show end, I desire.
Like Pierrot, she stood in aware,
They enjoyed the live performance,
There, I can see her seeping away,
My hands tied, permanent stance.
The last time she stood,
The deed seemed effortless, I bet,
There, she reached the goal and crushed,
All the act, performance, angst upon it.
I contented and pray that the standing girl retire.
edited 2/12/2020
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