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About This Poem
A Poetic Mask
Passing shadows all through the night…
Just memories I couldn’t fight…
What was scribed on moonlit scrolls…
Fades to dust as the hours unfold…
Finding peace in the words I write…
A soul that bleeds through second sight…
My lines make sounds to the eyes that hear…
A sunset pouring over the evening air…
Drifting dreams uncover my past…
Left to breathe behind a poetic mask…
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