Masks

In the shadows of being
World remains
Full of pretence
Masks
That uncover in the totality of darkness

The choice to remain true
Remains a mystery
But it’s beauty reveals in light

Their words
Shape my being
Your being
And death becomes life

The wishes and desires
Become real
Only in movies
And we walk as though
Someone is watching
Sometimes we hear whispers
And the masks return

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