Masquerading

The masquerading mirror,
sinks slowly towards the dying edges of separation.
And we walk towards a puritan winter,
with the voice of an innocent scripture grasping,
pawing at the heavy door,
as bravery dies.

The winter of illusion,
fades into the summer of truth and the dying edges of unison.
And the media jury looks for one that can attone,
one breathing flames of red, gold, amber..gasping,
clinging to the heavy door,
as bravery dies.

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