Crown my Clown

smooth taste the smiling faces in the air,
knocking the smell of wrinkles down to the
sweet honey bee of tongue in every word
toss for joy

welcome the rendezvous of vacation in the
heart, laughing and pointing to the sky, like
the soul that sing a beautiful lullaby in a
lonely heart

play the music that never dies, hold that
wings to fly, and always catch the promise
that holds you to cry in the melody that kept
your heart to fly

faded yet! complete in the color that taint
the heart, sounded like voice in the meadow,
a quest of faces that calm the sea, for angry
heart reel to fade the Heart

zoom the taste of the Heart and the clown
makes you laugh.......

poem by Antonio Liao
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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