sad
There is a clown sitting on my window, he has been
sitting there for quite a long time. Actually as long
that I mostly do not see him sitting there. But in a
sudden it happens that I dream myself away over
the roofs and the big tree a bit ahead and he
comes forward. He always looks sad.
Sometimes I am afraid that, I am him.
Essay by kerstin
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Written on 2013-11-18 at 17:40




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