The other day was a clear day,
poems
born of my soul and the music sounded sweet in my heart.
remember seeing a clown
purple pants and huge white shoes.
had a face down,
children had mocked him,
said "I wanted to do a magic trick with a nice
goldfish ..."
began to mourn.
in the sky I saw a parade polychrome gentle
and precise as any at the moment, but the clown
wind
tugged his hat and saw the clouds in the form of a rabbit red balloon
as the children had struck.
"Your crying is as big as the painted smile on your face," he said.
then extended his hand and appeared a bouquet of paper flowers.
The sad clown smiled.
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