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Monday, December 4, 2006


Mask
(here is one of my earliest poems....enjoy!)

Mask

He walks upon the desert sands,
and in and out of mists.
He never stays in a place for long,
it is like he never exists.

The wanderer with a lonely life,
wears a mask upon his face.
He hides the pain and sorrow,
that came from another place.

All that you will ever see,
all of his face your sight will reap.
Is one deep blue eye,
eternally and forever deep.

He knows no love or happiness,
for it was never given to him.
He wanders throughout his life,
eternally sad and grim.

He walks upon the desert sands,
and in and out of mists.
He never stays in a place for long,
it is like he never exists.

(please critique)

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