masks Posted byJessAugust 5, 2021December 19, 2021Posted inBeautiful Chaos, My Favorites, Pages of Love, Rhyme, Self-CareTags:daylight, evil, glow, golden, masks, night, none, poem, poetry, Rhyme, sun what was seen in daylight –the golden glow of morning sun –was not the same at night;stirring evil, absolved by none, hidden under the mask of blind sight. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Very well written and well said!
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