Masks
Although the sky is
darkened by clouds
I know eventually the
sun will come out.
Upon my head the rain
may pour down,
Yet whence it departs
A rainbow is found.
Some may think my down
moods reign,
But these don’t truly
Know the real me.
Things aren’t always
as they appear.
©1994 KMDavis-Scheuer (Age 23)
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