too many masks
why?
they are so beautiful
and kind
and adorable
too unlikely
that they shall detest
the act of masking
the part that wants still to be unknown
selfish privacy
conceals the many forms of kindness
too much honesty kills
too much truth numbs
the world too is dressed with trees
and beautiful seas
covered with sands
and tickles the time that merely passes by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem