The Mime



He has no words yet,


his silence

speaks to those who have no ears,


his hands

to those who have no eyes,


his tears

to those who have no life.





Dancing, dancing

all around,

silly, silly

little clown.


Making people

laugh and cry,

watching people

live and die.




"Can't you see that they will never understand?"



But still he dances all around;

silly,

silly,

little clown.




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