It's a masquerade
And
Truth also wears a mask
Hiding so many faces beneath
Unexplored, unkown
Forgotten, not told
So, I dance in the orange light
As if it was a sunset by your side
The perfumed aroma twirl me around
So, I lift up my chin and smile
As if it was the fresh smell of dew
In the garden of night under the pale moonlight
One face
There isn't a moment
That doesn't see you
Indulged in your thoughts
Soaring with you
Your touch still gentle and soft
Still engraved in my skin
Your scent still fresh and pleasant
Still roaming inside me
Neither a whim to kiss you
Nor a wish to kill you
©miresahil
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