The Masquerade Poem by Marva Seaton

The Masquerade



The masquerade stands,
Alone and distant,
A look of deep fixation,
A show of authority,
Of even contempt,
Proud and arrogant.

But like a wall of ice,
Which can remain,
But only for a time,
The sunshine of spring,
Melts away the ice of winter,
The masquerade topple over,
And slowly melts away.

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Marva Seaton

Marva Seaton

St Mary Jamaica W.I.
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