Sad Evenings and Facades
by Norton R. Nowlin
Sunday, September 02, 2007
Rated "G" by the Author.
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On sad evenings colors fade and drain away
With the hue defining my mask of a smile,
Which hides what my face would really say
To strangers who might sit for a while
Under wind caressed pines, near dusk
To chat 'bout this and that, killing time
Saying things surreal and out of rhyme.
Dare I reveal the images on my mind,
Curt words, odd passages belying facades
And false smiles, which in banter is kind,
My visitors, without a doubt, would nod
And, with ne'er regret, beg my leave to find
Their way into a more darkening stormy eve,
Where lies are patently designed to deceive.
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