The character was created

the lighting was set

the curtain was even practiced

to be perfectly met

costumes were arranged…

crowd was engaged

then suddenly his words fell silent

and he lost his page…

and I threw roses at his feet

not out of love

but because they had thorns

not out of adoration

cuz’ i could still hear the trumpet’s horn

know there was someone
more spirited

behind the curtain

and it made me realize moments

can make you be certain..
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