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Charade

by Leandra K Brossard

Silently a heart walks by,
Worn upon a quiet sleeve,
Most are blind, but the message
is there for all to see.

The charade unfolds itself in time,
though it's audience is small,
Those who watch will realize
that fools are made us all.

For true love, unrequited,
is not true love at all.
And it's falsehood will reach out
it's ugly hand to crush us all.

09/25/2001

Posted on 09/25/2001
Copyright © 2025 Leandra K Brossard

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