As Creepy As Clowns
Dark Clouds Rain Down Tears Washing Away Swirling Colors From The Clown's Face..
MARCH 20 2019
Freedom sits aloft On her perch watching
The men count minutes beside the sun
As they rise up from the dust
Slowly swallowing first the dirt and crawling towards the sea to cure our thirst
On a quest to discover something bigger than ourselves
There is a path before us
We can't see because the forest Is thicker than thieves
Our summer ends comes the falling of leaves
Like tears (years) shed by a copse of trees
Relax you'll receive your reprieve.
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