Heavy Is My Mask Poem by James McLain
Heavy Is My Mask
So you laugh and cry seems the same to me
heavy are my lines upon your face.
Mask of valleys thought hide your soul
from server of all view a plain.
Eternal moth is flame we seek when
flying off from our kind
where to land.
Languished laundry on my line drama
dogma all mankind dose sea.
Level lithium beast beneath your feet
the mask) it(s sweet to smell.
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5/5/2024 6:31:42 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Very good poems... I sympathise you, but it was your choice, - now not to complain... My dear 'Is It Poetry'. 10. Tsira