I have a mask, but you
Of course, can’t see me throw
My mask of happy smiles.
Inside’s my soul, which cries.
And tears are big and clean…
But they’re black – what does it mean?
And I’m afraid of world
Its heart is really cold –
So much blood, but asking more…
A lot of crimes, a lot of war,
A lot of tears much cleaner mine…
And throw this tears can’t see sunshine.
mask
© Copyright: Антонина Паламарчук, 2004
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