Comments
Loading Dream Comments...
You must be logged in to write a comment - Log In
o, sad clown, with tears unseen, your story tell, in hues of melancholy, let the colors swell, a canvas bare, yet filled with tales untold, of shattered dreams and memories turned cold, weave a picture from this somber scene, capture the essence of the sadness unforeseen, in strokes of empathy, let the image bloom, a portrait of a heartache lost in the costume's gloom, prompt the pixels, let them dance with empathy's grace, in the canvas of cyberspace, let sadness find its place
In a world of laughter, beneath the painted guise,
Lies a heart heavy with sorrow's endless cries.
A jester's mask, a painted frown, conceals the pain,
As shadows dance in the hollow of a silent refrain.
Upon the stage, where mirth's bright lights do gleam,
A lonely figure wanders, lost within a dream.
With every jest, with every laugh, the heartache grows,
In the echoing halls where only silence knows.
O, sad clown, with tears unseen, your story tell,
In hues of melancholy, let the colors swell.
A canvas bare, yet filled with tales untold,
Of shattered dreams and memories turned cold.
