The Masquerade Poem by Bing Hua
The Masquerade
The Masquerade
The Masquerade
At the masquerade
You were the prince
And I the Snow White.
When your soft hand touched my waist
My blue melancholy
Became a plume of smoke
Rising from the dance floor.
When the bell tolled at midnight
you departed with a backward glance,
Leaving me
A mask of love
On the long stairs
A red rose
Waiting to bloom
Sunday, August 25, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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4/24/2024 12:28:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A wonderful poem, fairy tales of life.