The Dance Of Clowns - Poem by Resten Swondo
The clowns dance upon invisibility
their painted masks hide tears,
Do clowns not love
Do their tears mean less
when falling from painted masks?
The moon will toll for one clown this night,
and all his tears will be the morning dew
trodden underfoot by crowds
who laugh in misery, failing to see
the beauty of sadness
hidden behind a laughing face.
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