Visage

Visage,

I touched it yesterday

Warmth galore it did spray.

Visage,

I touch it today

Can’t keep the chill at bay.

Those eyes which were bathed in honey

Are now dressed in black dismay.

Those lips which moved with innocent candour

Now anchor only in devils harbour.

Alas,

Masks a plenty, the Visage has worn

Buried in them to ashes it’s gone.


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