The Mime
Gesturing, in the scarborough fair,
Behind the ears, tucking those black and white hair, he shall eat the pain and fight the fear...
The black nails which outgrow from his white hands, lets the people stand and look at his absurdities...
The pain he describes in his absurdity, to the people, he displays his melancholy...
Falls he, breaking down in tears he got through fate, rises he and never speaks, acts sedate.
Paid he is the coins with the rusted brass, for displaying his melancholy, in absurdities...
Laughs he, as the tear slides down till his lips, turns he, wipes his tear as the crowd strips... Smiles he, as he reminiscences his dears, he gets up and dances again, forgetting those tears.
(November, 2013)
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