MY UNMASKED DREAMS
Where are you going, my unmasked dreams? Are you ruby-eyed poppies or jade-eyed leaves? Why are you crying inside my mask's pleats? You are the singing fountains around a mystic inn. You are the mountains where I haven't been. Why are you laughing at my mask's lips? They probably kiss a waterfall's bliss. The fancy dress party is a silver mist. Whose mask is out? Whose mask is in? Where are you going, my unmasked dreams? You can't go away without me. You are impatient like a fountain. My mask is walking in the masked streets.
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