Oh Sad Clown

Oh Sad Clown

Oh sad clown
Stopped in motion like a battery toy.
In the tall green grass
Under the sun, under the moon
Wake like a warrior from the fields of doom,
To a blue sky and He who brings
A pitcher of water, a new smile, and a place
In the golden boat of star filled dreams.

– Abanata Daniels.


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