The Masquerade

The Masquerade

The masquerade stands aloof and distant,
A look of deep fixation,
A show of authority,
Of even contempt,
Proud and arrogant.

But like a wall of ice,
Which can remain,
But only for a time,
The sunshine of spring,
Melts away the ice of winter,
The masquerade topples over ,
And slowly melts away.

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