The MaskThe Maskby Kristen GoehlI wear a mask upon my faceThat shines with happiness and graceIt's spun in gold and strung with laceAnd features bright and sureThe sequin beaded edges gleamAnd silken thread lines every seamWith candy panted eyes that seemTo stare into your soulThe silver lips point up and smileAnd crimson strings hang down in styleBut it's been worn for such a whileThat sometimes I forgetWhy do I wear this on my face?What brought about the style and grace?You'd see if you unstrung the laceThat underneath I cry
Lana Color splashed the sky in a rainbow and mist rose high as the water that cascaded down the jagged rocks of the mountainside met the churning water below. Fog coated the mountain top and hid the jungle vegetation from the outside world, but it wasn't invisible to all. Along the rocks where the emerald grass of the jungle grew thin and moss spread out of every crevice, where one could feel the moisture of the clouds around their faces, a young girl rested her tired legs after a long day of hiking up the rugged mountain trails. Her dark hair wrapped around her face from the small breeze the whipped around her, but she only sat uncaring and wa
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