I SEE A CLOWN
by Teresita Perez
The clouds are a perfect white
as they move changing their shape.
A circus vision they make
while rays from the sun bring light.
The figures do glitter true
in the sky of baby blue.
Her hair of golden curls,
laughs and laughs a silly girl.
The circus child which I see
rubs her happiness on me
when above, in heaven's maze,
I discover your cute face.
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