Mask of morning fog
Covers the rays of breaking sun
Mask of a smile
Covers the residue of broken dreams
Disguises both ways
Distorts what may be
A manipulated state so real you’ll believe
The sun still shines just not in our eyes
The residue of pain not healed
Switch the perception
View from a new side
Then see the truth
That these masks don’t reveal
very good work
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glad you’re here to critique π
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Beautiful! π
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Thank you, Kandy…and thanks mostly for taking the moment to comment. It is always the nicest thing one can do π
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Your welcome & I look forward to reading more of your poems.
Best wishes to you. π
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