A poem for our times. Why so many go on the Internet with pseudonyms and masks rather than their real selves. Are they ashamed of who they are? Are they ashamed of what they're doing on the net?
But it looks like the author of this poem knows how to take those false persona apart and reveal them for who they really are. Bravo!
We really need to trust someone before removing any mask we're wearing, and let our guard down. We all wear masks to protect us. Unfortunately, my mask is permanent, but at least I'm ready for Halloween.
I quite like those Venetian carnival masks
they have a great time unmasking themselves
over there.
Casanova reveals his big brown eyes in the boudoir
and Chintzia swoons with rapture
Oh, I want to attend the Venice carnival
and go to the ball
the masquerade is so erotic and mysterious
hiding your emotion smiling your smile
on a gondola down the Grand Canal.
This is book 2 of my new fantasy trilogy, The Twins of Moon. As Quimbre warns Eefa, 'No world is more riddled with secrets than the eldritch waters we now blithely sail.' Here in the Sea of Stars the twins discover their extraordinary true destiny.
The second book of the trilogy, The Chronicles of Henry Roach-Dairier, this volume will be enjoyed by astute 10 or 11 year olds as well as adults. A reader does not have to read To Build a Tunnel First to understand this volume.
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Through a series of hypnosis past life regression sessions Sarah Thompson is reunited with her past life soul mate from her Lemurian lifetime on Mu. She is convinced he is waiting for her on the island of Maui which is one of the last remaining above
But it looks like the author of this poem knows how to take those false persona apart and reveal them for who they really are. Bravo!
Ron
I quite like those Venetian carnival masks
they have a great time unmasking themselves
over there.
Casanova reveals his big brown eyes in the boudoir
and Chintzia swoons with rapture
Oh, I want to attend the Venice carnival
and go to the ball
the masquerade is so erotic and mysterious
hiding your emotion smiling your smile
on a gondola down the Grand Canal.
as always, well said,
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Sandie