I have no idea where this picture came from ...
but it amuses me. <(^-^)>
And now,
a poem called...
Mask
Behind this smiling mask,
hides a dark and stormy sea.
A place of bitter soft wind
and salt water tears.
These black and deadly waves
spin me violently about,
until all hope has washed ashore,
Exhausted and abandoned,
I'm crying out in tired rage,
but alas, no one will hear me.
These deep and endless echoes
of a slowly dieing heart,
are lost with in the busy bustle
of what they say is life.
<(^-^)>
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