...on the wall I see more than one mask, which one you'll wear for following task? living as playing, climbing from one stage to other, - no rage, just curiosity sphere, the challenge to take the heights, like in sport: winner receives reward - comprehensive spot in records of art - velocity era. When done with the task - you hang back the mask, and ask the heaven on ascended level for newest challenge, that fits you the best. Ah, this short moment I'd like to chase to meet with no mask, your only face... | |||
Friday, February 22, 2013
Mask
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No matter the meet and greet
ReplyDeleteA mas seems to always form a seat
Around ones face
As with each new task they pull one out to embrace