The Masquerade

The Masquerade

The masquerade stands
alone and distant,
A look of deep fixation,
A show of authority,
Of even contempt,
Oozing arrogance.

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 topple over
and slowly melts away.

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