The Setting Sun
I wear a cloak as my disguise
And I use it to cool my pride
For in an instant I can disappear
So you can’t see me near
I can then stand when danger calls
For one needs these things as part of their all
And don’t think if I let you near
That you will find my cloak will disappear.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Copyright © Paul Warren | Year Posted 2017
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