.
I clothe myself
In the weariness
Of a new day.
Turning East,
Squinting in
Brightness,
I laugh aloud.
I smile unseen,
My heart beating
Away the lonesome.
Yet, I long for
The no face mask
Of darkness,
The ear stopping
Silence of sorrow,
Weeping and wailing
Alone and untouched,
In the vastness
Of forsaken.
.
The No Face
Bear 26June2020
©Bearspawprint2020
There is such a deep sadness here in your words Bear, is all well with you 💜💜
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Thank you Kind Willow. As long as I can transmute with art of one sort or another, I’ll be fine. ❤
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Excellent, sending you hugs 💜💜
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