Mirrors and Masks





Mirrors and Masks
Not longer they last

Mirrors I thought,
Fell off as masks.
Masks I thought,
Fell pieces apart.
Looked into it; I saw
Broken figure so raw
Collected and composed
Then I chose to walk.

Away from...
Mirrors and Masks
Not longer they last.

 ~ Iqra

~ Masks are a dark reality of the world we live in. We must guard against them ~

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