A search for happiness…
She Dances with Clowns
Whimsical laughter on a silver moon
Polka-dot dreams, to a circular tune
Carousels soaring into the cool air
She glides to the musical score
Of dancing clowns… not there anymore.
Clouds pass by she counts them in her dream
The yearling embraces the world-
And life isn’t what it seems
To a little pony- tailed girl
She dances with clowns; in life’s unending scheme.
She Dances with Clowns
©Copyright-Lisa Marie Mottert-2012
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