Max Kuvaev - Clown

when your work is done
weep you clown
when your room is dark
weep you clown
like a child lost in a store
weep you clown for your lore
dropp the tears hot on the ground

and everything
and everyone
and every day
and every night
another try to finally find
the way to leave it all behind
the way to live it through
and every face
and every smile
and every mouth
and every eye
keep them laughing till they die
keep until they crack their sides
keep until they do

red lips red lips
red is your sleep
and the reddest smile in the world
burning against the snow white cheeks
only when the work is done
only when the room is dark
clown has a chance to weep

Max Kuvaev

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