Airborne,
see them fly,
To
the floor they bounce,
Then
spiral skyward high.
Show
us how to laugh,
On
the pavements in sunshine,
Happiness
you create, an aftermath.
I
love to see such skill,
The
floor is all yours,
And
the applause is ringing still.
Be
it balls, be it knives,
We
can marvel for a while,
At
how you are able to bring alive.
All
the balance and the poise,
Is
an art you are winning,
Judging
by all your audience noise.
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