Facades

Maybe I misunderstood,
The faces,
behind the facade;
.
Scuffling,
to lift off their veil.
Shedding tears,
to make someone else’s cocktail.
.
Their sad noises;
Symphonies,
to the ignorant’s ears,
.
June rains,
On Dunes and deserts,
And just as unlikely,
One startling second,
The facade shred,
to umpty specks of nowhere;
.
Those faces
once concealed,
Now, revealed .
Inhaling freedom,
With what was left of
Words withheld and
Wounds withstood

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