Fake Smiles, Pint Of Beer

Poem

 

The day was hot,
the night is long
and wet but I don’t
regret and I am not sad.

Despite all the pretty faces
and fancy clothes,
emptiness is lurking, pages
still unwritten, not composed.

Walking shadows, makeup on,
masks, disguise, fake smiles, so on.
Lies are truths, the sun is dark!
Summer’s winter without a star.

I don’t care though… I’m free.
Horizons, dreams I see
a pint of darkest beer,
full of love without a fear.

 

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photograph by Pawel Kadysz

 

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