Beautiful Mask
No one knows what goes through her mind
They dont know what she feels
have no idea where she came from
all they know is her name and the mysterious but beautiful fave
she walks alone
no one with her
Looks at everyone kindly
but they see a mask
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| Transform me? | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Running | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Stare | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Oh so Hard | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| Beautiful Mask | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| His Soul | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
| She Has No Name | 0 | 01/21/2010 |
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