I vanish from the eyes of those who witness.
I am a smoke who soon diminishes.
I may be visible but only for a while.
Like water I flow in the River of Nile
They say I'm free. But that's how they see me.
I'm locked in oblivion; I am never ever free
I wish I was a cloud that floats above the air
But, sadly, I'm a smoke. I vanish in thin air.
Someone like me, a smoke not a cloud
Endures the jeering sights of men, whom, to themselves, are proud
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PERSONA
Poetry*IMAGE FROM DEVIANTART by Oberst176* persona: the image or personality that a person presents to other people. We don't know very well the friends we see and talk to in our everyday lives. Not until we see the other side of their faces, the sadness...
