We live in a swirl of Masks.
In the Daylight Masks shine and dance about
showing off white-teeth grins
and playfully joking expressions
Never letting you wonder,
wonder if there's even a hint of sorrow.
But, Day burns down to night
and scorches the flawless fronts.
Moonlight now shines
and, like a truth mirror,
exposes the Masks for
what they really are.
Now, all that's left
are damaged, desperate people
aching for Daylight.
AMAZING! ! ! u truly expressed the fact that people are always hiding there identity. i adore it. no words can describe how much i love this poem, i want to read more please! If u want u can check out my poems. the name is nadood i am13
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I would like to translate this poem
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