I sigh as emotions strive to meld with drops of rain
Or perhaps all that’s obscure cuts us way less deep.
Observe as rustle of leaves ‘neath shimmering sun
Breathe out whispers, which otherwise were none.
Some beg/offer refuge behind veil of nonchalance
But can features hide dolor behind a mere pretext
I believe to let heart speak out tales of buried past
Who knows how long a soul can its frame out-last.
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Posted for Midweek Motif @ Poets United
For ‘On Popular Demand – Masks and Facades on Friday 18th November’16
at 8 am EDT.
and for poems written on Prompt Nights