Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--

bowing to the soul by not bowing
graphs of my Universe
Folded paper, Love
Hides faces, shows a
figure.
Bowing to the soul--

bowing to the soul by not bowing
Can you hear my voice
Calling many names in pain?
They are all your names.
Take a sweet glance to this heart,
Can you see face that's not you?

Your face that I keep
Won't grow old. This heart preserves
Everything that's loved.

my face has been all over my iPhone’s face for the past 4 years – can’t get over my COVID era face β£οΈ
An artist opens her closet.
There are masks piling,
Waiting for the tasks.
One mask, one face
To make a day.
She stares and thinks
One face today
A genuine
A bright
A true
A niceβ
A good day.
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