Disguised
To the sun, we are veiled
It's the moon that sees our face.
Concealed, deep in every soul
Is a part of us; we deny to embrace!
Saturday 15th September 2018 7:15 pm
Pale Membrane
Everything seeps in, everything leaks, in to this pale membrane.
The air from gestures, the pain and wicked eyes flicker.
The soft secretion of lingering sadness shelters like a veil.
Not haunted though, not lost to anything.
A door left open for a breeze to walk in.
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