Faces

 

 

In solemn silence much is said.

Words without meaning, a book unread.

Illusion played out upon a stage.

Behind the curtains of hidden rage.

 

When to the world a part is played.

While to oneself a truth betrayed.

Kept hidden within and held to heart.

In silent roar will play the part.

 

 

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