ITS a trick, a stolen thought.
A entity full of puzzels, and
a puppet, with strings made
from GOD.
ITS a laughter with scarlet
eyes, a paralysis waiting in
the shadows, and a clown,
with one last trick.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
DAVID I LIKE CLOWNS, YOU HAVE GOT THIS SPOT ON THE SHADOW THING IS GOOD WE ALL SHOULD PAINT OUR FACES LIKE CLOWNS WARM REGARDS ALLAN