IT IS THE TIME MAY BE

TO CHANGE MY  FACE,

FROM FACES TO FACES,

FROM MASK TO MASK.

MY  SHADOW

BEING SECOND SELF

READY  TO  SPEAK BEHIND A CURTAIN.

PEOPLE ARE AFRAID OF SHADOWS

AND AFRAID OF MASKS,

AS IT IS NOT EASY TO TEAR

THE SAME.

BUT SOMETHING DOES NOT CHANGE,

 THE SHADOWLESS MIND

KEEPS THE HEART IN A VAULT,

WHERE IT'S TEARS ROLL

WHEN IT'S SAD.

WHERE IT BLEEDS

WHEN IT IS HURT.

OR IT FEELS A PASSION

AT SOME WARMTH OF A SOUL

TOUCHING IT.

THE SHADOWS HIDE MY PAIN

AS NOBODY CAN LOOK

IN MY EYES.

THE MASK HIDES MY

BLOOD THAT DRIPS

SILENTLY.

THE ICE COLD TOUCHES

CAN'T FEEL THE WARMTH

OF MY PASSION.

YOU SPEAK, I  LISTEN.....

IN THIS DRAMA OF LIFE 

THE SETS CHANGES REGULARLY ,

THE CURTAINS UP AND DOWN,

THE JOKER'S FACE THAT I  HAVE

HAS CAREFULLY HIDDEN

MY HEART OR SOUL FROM YOU.

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