The Astral Clown
~~The Astral clown turns colours into soundĀ here is the poem
The Astral Clown
He plays his trumpet high in space
Through galactic rainbows of coloured stars
Gazes through time on the human race
Astral Clown is headed for Mars
Only the angels know his worth
The tune he plays it makes them dance
Astral Clown is coming to Earth
Maybe to England maybe to France
He plays his flute to set you free
Sees the wind and sails the storms
He sooths the souls of Mercury
Clown and Jester are his forms
He plays his flute with pink and green
A neon speck in night time sky
Only seldom is he seen
Astral Clown will never die
A gift from Pan some pipes he wields
Juggles with light in the skies above
He crosses realms to the fairy fields
And Astral Clown will steal your love
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The Astral Clown was a Clown on Earth when aliveĀ and his spirit becomes a star in the sky later on
Id like to create fantasy storiesĀ like about when the Astral Clown divides into different colored Jesters