I
I'm a clown
Hide mystery behind smile
Whenever I frown
I
I'm a tree
Can spread everywhere
The lively fresh air
But my legs are not free
I
I'm a lie
Looks beautiful from far
But you'll know I don't exist
And that'll make you cry
~annu
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PoetryThe poems behind means behind every poem there is someone's life in parts
