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Masquerade Musings
September 21, 2014
1:17 pm

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See her dance,

And hear her laugh;

See her spin

On a shapely calf;

The mask she holds

Within her hand

Hides the past

Of a broken woman

Though all the world

Is allowed only to see

Her smile and step and twirl;

They revere her grace

And praise her appearance,

And all the gentleman

Line up for the next dance;

Yet, secretly she thinks

She would rather be alone

Where she could shield

Herself from the chandelier’s light

And slip into the darkness,

A bitter creation all her own;

Though, this masquerade allows

No such place or pause,

And so she is forced to dance

And accept the shallow applause.

See her dance,

But hear not her sigh;

Look to the embellished mask,

But see not the crystal tear

Behind the satin she cries.

My identity can be found in my writing
September 21, 2014
3:26 pm

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Lovely poem @SerenaLantha 

This paints a brilliant image of how someone can seem completely different on the outside to how they feel on the inside.

The thing I most enjoy about this poem is how easily it reads. Each line flows well into the next and there isn't a super complicated meaning hidden under layers of words. Bravo,


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