Behind the Smile


….lurk the mysteries…
That nightmares are made of
Deep dark gloomy seas

Yonder, there’s that mast
Coated in seaweeds
That in one place, shall be cast

Tides come and go
Sweeping the still sand
Nothing will they tow

In that quiet stillness
Pulling away the strand
To reveal irony’s caress


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