Oh the fancy dresses
The jewels
The trowel thick makeup
That covers false hearts
And shallow faces
They glitter and twirl beneath chandeliers
So unaware are they
Of the dark to come
Where those who feast on shadows
Await their inevitable decay
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Author:
Lorna (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Cheerful isn't it.............
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
A fave for the deeper meaning in this poem of maskerade where a world party requires a mask. The glitter and colored paint hides the reality behind and only in dark may one remove their mask. Nicely portrayed
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