Mask
MASK
Under the duvet of sham I laid,
Combing in all the naive of me,
Putting on thy fake faint smile,
Caped in the journey of disguise.
I embrace my veil to my beard
To cover the dark part of me
Never to let the sun smiles it brightness to the scornful wound of my heart
And not to receive the cool breeze of the evening.
Oh! beautiful mask of distress
How I wish to unveil you out of my beard
To welcome the gleams of sunlight
And feel the cool breeze once again as in a bluemoon.
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