Random Normal Smiles

A brush of gold, diamond caves

The voice of a bulbul on repeat in grey

Cry me a river for a thing so plebeian

Never

Things are at random in normal ways

My eyes are as of now the driest place

The world has compromised my dream?

                                     Never

 

No matter what the emotion

The clown is always smiling 

 

 

 

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