One girl circus

Music as the sun goes down

One girl circus
Pauses, not exhausted
Not tired, in her black hat
Her lace net veil, a single
Eye peering out into dark skies
As her hands busy with words
On paper, lines come together
Then fall apart in voice
As they travel, perhaps near by
Perhaps far, to find their way
Her way to places known, unknown
Even in the termoil to her circus
Chaos and order intertwine to write
Right their ship in the most circus of oceans
Boldest of seas, a sunset.

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