The Masked Ball (Koan) Poem by Gert Strydom

The Masked Ball (Koan)



Life, the whole of human existence
is sometimes nothing but a big masked ball.
The depth, the deadly silence can at times
catch and trick us as reflexes.

Friday, September 23, 2011
Topic(s) of this poem: silence,sometimes
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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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