Harlequin, his name stands alone..
All smiles and jokes, he'll look you in the eye, a warm look on his face, the soft perusian pools filled with resuurance and good spirit..
Will no one look deaper..?
Does no one realise there is a reason behind the streaked make up and a mask over the true feelings...?
Does no one know there is more to the spirt here than its closed facade...?
Can a fool only be a fool..?
He is Harlequin....
