You may have seen clown cracking jokes and making other laugh
But you will have never seen the clown crying behind mask
This is page of the Clown, full of its cries and nonsense
Sunday, March 3, 2013
My thought On Coming Spring
Far away from the distant corner of my thought Images of nature’s joy approaches like a dream. The romantic breeze caresses nature softly And whispers melody as it passes through. The prayer flag dances tirelessly with the breeze Like my lady love long lost in the world. The nature that was dry and yellow Now wears patches hopeful green. The trees those are shamelessly naked Now adorned themselves with green and flowers, The spring with all its gifts is slowly approaching Replacing winter that was full of drying pains. As the season of hope makes its entrance Can hope of my life be far away?