Masks
An original poem written by Christopher Boskovski,
inspired by a Shel Silverstein poem, "Masks"
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Two hidden lovers young and foolish
following each others' trails but never
looking into each other's eyes,
seeing their soul and beautiful and original
hearts.
Two masked lovers
dressed in dark blue and red,
emotions run wild,
and she saw him,
and he saw her,
and for the first time they smiled
at each other's souls;
they both saw each other's beauty.
Yet they kept walking past,
he with hands in his pockets
whistling merry tunes,
as she skipped in her spring dress
in a field full of daisies and tulips
and tall oak trees,
and they both still had those dark blue masks on
still shielding their true beauty from each other.
And on they went, on and on
clueless playing the strategic game of love,
and still wondering where their true
soul-mate is hiding,
somewhere out there,
somewhere he is, and
somewhere she is.
.3.15.2014
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2014
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