Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
That mask that you wear
Has fall off
And I can see underneath
The real you
I can see your two faces
One is sweet
And child like
The other is cold
Like the ice
And you cover both
With your mask
To hide and protect
That inner child....
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Shattered in pieces Over the cold dark floor Lays like a broken glass Red pieces of my broken heart I had it broken many times before And m...
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