Maskless

Image by Anuraj SL from Pixabay

It thuds loud at first

from the inside

And then slowly

it pours out

like spoiled and loud

rain

nothing is exempt from the

pain

living, breathing, seeing, hearing,

what am I missing?

A mask with no eyes

a mouth with no words

only the gentle flutter

of quiet birds

make no mistake

The only thing it doesn’t take

is love wrapped up and flown from a

dove

the peace and purity is epic

once again to be returned as clean

rain

┬ęSandi Martinez

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