I keep marching the mountains,
And live is vivid, funny, inpredictable.
I look for my name,
Age, nation -
Ooops - I forgot everything.
I start games and lose,
But spirit is still high,
I am a clown
Near the throne.
Time means nothing,
I am irresponsible.
My careless mind
Is not entirely empty,
But it follows the instinct.
I talk and laugh,
I am also laughed at,
But my life
Is half-tragic.
No one knows the true story
Of a clown.
The Fool
© Copyright: Марина Чиянова, 2021
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