Novelty of masquerade
Soon wears off
Masked Ball is over
We are not in Venice
Alone I travel
With my guide on gondola
Imagining happenings
Beyond venetian blinds
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Short and brief, but has a great depth of meaning; there is a laconic aspect of despair running through this, as if the joy of life has ended the night before. A dark contemplative read