I project my voice, loud and clear
Hoping all will enjoy what they hear..
Then I turn, and head offstage,
Leap into the arms of another masquerade.
He carries me on, the light strikes my face.
I smile, wave from his arms, and jump down into place.
YOU ARE READING
Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
