MasksA Poem by BenjaminBoy
100 years from now everyone you see will be gone, the lady with the bright pink dress sitting across from you on the subway and the kid in the yellow ball cap next to her.The train moving like a flash with lush green trees and a blue sky streaks past the windows in the background. Paint splattered on a canvas.
Do you know who you are? © 2019 BenjaminBoy |
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Added on March 27, 2019 Last Updated on March 27, 2019 Author
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