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....
Bilingual Blog about poetry, short stories and some random pondering about life, culture and love as I understand it.
She was a " social butterfly" They say... Her days went by Flying from flower to flower Tasting the nectar of life While adorning...
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