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The sequel to my poem http://www.poetry.com/poems/455960-Masquerade-
Our life is mesmerizing masquerade,
It's everlasting vivid show.
I keep participating into that parade
Of predatory lions that just wait
For sheep to lure them in grotto.
One liar down, infinity remain.
Is there any candid person?
Masks have been changing over again
And loud music splits by poignant pain
Beneath deceitful, heavy shroud.
Perfidious smiles affected with the cracks –
Invisible, but so disgusting.
Lithe hands can thrust a dagger in my back,
As lips blow asphyxiant, sugary haze to neck,
Enveloping my pliant skin, its glow.
It's gnawing at me, this atmosphere:
I'm tired of drinking in incessant lie –
In here it is omnipresent, utterly unclear.
Such artful moves of one another they revere
Reach apogee of bluff no one dare decry.
I'm running off the peccant, wicked haunt.
But there's no exit from this place –
God once created almost inviolable bond.
My twinkling eyes look right beyond
The crowd, catching your face.
You're standing there, shy, alone.
I flaunt towards your melancholy gaze.
It keeps deep wounds and mutely moans.
Sixth sense is whispering that you were born
With pure heart someone make blaze.
I'm murmuring to you, close to the skin:
“Let's join the dance, beautiful stranger”.
My elbow can feel your hand; the heroine
Of my romance – I casually touch your chin.
Does it exist, love at first glance?
We're dancing here in the light
You ray through flesh of perfect being.
So beauteous, you're all in white
Like slow walking to an altar bride.
And at this masquerade my heart starts singing.
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