It covers your soul as darkness draping over the sunlight,
Your Spirit seeking the world with penetrating eyes,
An undisputable wave, a persuaded glance,
A vanity inside abides,
Fragmented consumed exhibits –
You build –
Pieces as shattered glass,
Dusted with suffering in prolonged time,
Whirling with frenzy, becoming a dance
With mere thoughts of an empty heart-
Longing an eternity of dual hearts;
You guard your soul knowing your mask
Stands alone and fragile, seeking strength and fortitude,
Posing evolved and amassed, yet with little understanding;
Statutes unfair do never-rest, and never ends,
Leading only to bareness – far and wide;
A prisoner kept inside your encased wearied mask.
Do not accede to life’s ragged hand slaying your treasure,
Disrobe the mask you wear and sanction-
Your love and tranquility in a time to come;
Allow your soul to breathe unleashed –
The masks serve well, until they no longer serve at all.
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so true!!
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