Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Like a glimpse of snow-bound landscape
Like a canvas still unspread
Like the flowers in a graveyard
Hiding worlds of rotting dead.

Like a mask of smiling angels
Made to hide my falling tears
Like a "fearlessness" amidst a storm
That wakes your deepest fears.

Whisper softly while the rain falls
Let your deepest secrets free.
Dare to take your darkened mask off
So your blinded eyes can see

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