Three clowns
One day, sitting on the stairs with my head down
Having so many fears and with no crown
Thinking about the pitiless, merciless life
Discovering happiness, don't know where to found
Suddenly saw the three laterns full of light
I started stepping towards them without fearing of hounds
They hold my hands and take me to the jovial town
The lanterns fades and turns into three clowns
They embrace me in their serene placid arms
They hold me tight and never let me down
Nothing else i want in my life just these three clowns.
This poem is about:
My family
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