Every moment in time makes us who we are, even the sad moments.
The Saddened Clown
salt stings the wound suddenly
leaving a clown cowering
tightly in a darkened corner
the sun is so pure though
making those tears
just a meager moment
of elapsed time
in the here and now
the saddened clown
soon became joyful again
laughing at its own pains
to allow life to be
what it’s suppose to be
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